Neighbours

They look dim and move slow

As if underwater

They cook food and play vinyl

And ransack the cupboards

If I sleep they make noise

Just to wake me up

When I'm hot they get close

When I'm cold they turn off the heating

I'm rolling out of my bed

To turn the gas off

And I could easily be

The first to die

Face pressed to the mirror

Like an asshole

Who the neighbours took a month

Or two to find

I get dressed in the dark

And I slip my crocs on

I upset the dog's bowl

As I enter the kitchеn

There's no truce to bе had

I'm going to smoke them

Out of my house

They won't go, so I'll go

But I'll take them with me

I'm rolling out of my bed

To turn the gas off

And I could easily be

The first to die

Face pressed to the mirror

Like an asshole

Who the neighbours took

A month or two to find

I don't know what comes next

So it's dadadada