A Clique In My Neighbourhood

A Clique In My Neighbourhood There’s a clique in my neighbourhood one woman at the helm. Wearing a mask of calm, yet a blaze seeps within, O she’s clean as whistle for all eyes to see but the grunge flows hard in great capacity. There’s a clique in my neighbourhood thicker than mud. A vile wicked witch, old demon in a skirt. A farmers neck of a woman wearing old rugged shirts. There’s a clique in my neighbourhood with a mouth full of pain. A negative faucet spouting out dark rain. Be careful what you say, your words will be heard, a meddling bitch is she who’ll share every word By gauley! there’s a clique in my neighbourhood with a following of muted doves. A whip in one hand with no sign of true love. Beware of her ego that hangs within trees, you’ll often find her picking weeds on her knees Ahh ha ha yes a dang clique in my neighbourhood Whose words are long and shallow, with eyes like a hawk and a knife for a tongue. Don’t step in her mess, watch out for the dung. A bloody clique in my neighbourhood who spoils all the good. Lies raging like a fire with no remorse in mind, what a shame to watch over the festering weak and the blind. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: June 12/2015