Treasure Ribbon: Hoghood [Neighbors]; A Poetry

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God knows how my neighbor managed to breed himself to Hoghood. His good story to tell, being unhumanized and breaded: Perhaps by luck he will keep his / her shrewd secret to himself. In the same way he hopes I'm not like him: rude in addition to self engrossed Prize Ribbon Hog, I call him (slobbering down all this individual can) He forgets: the desert certainly not forgets nor forgives. The maze of barns he must have lived though for getting here At night he 's a nuisance: significant other and gluttonies. An ungrateful hunk associated with flesh, trying to wear a halo. #1373 6/21/06, written at EP-Café, Lima, Peru Note by the Author: I hate for being so harsh with my neighbors, nevertheless it seems in the past 35-years, no matter where I dwell, go, even in hotels and so forth and on, my very own neighbors are just as rude and immersed with whatever as one blinded in a hurricane that they are living this period of time. What will they greatly when they get old and look back, typically makes me think, they will still be blinded in the storm. This lack of consideration for ones neighbor is becoming the norm worldwide. They aftermath you up at any hour and expect you to help them, not because they need help; help with such silly things that are not life threatening: TELLY antennas, etcetera. Most are users it seems. We even fear to get to know them to well, presently, where before it was a nice thing to say: "Good Morning (so and so)" now I aim to sneak on by them, the cost to discover them is to dearly. Now I got to perform computer check, down at the courthouse about them: they never tell you the truth who they are: to help shameful I expect; they smile even though knowing tomorrow they will rob your house, as well as pick your pocket, or god is aware of what.

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