~

( village spillage )

another vaguely poetical rant

inspired by another morning run-in with a true wrong’un

( i’ll spare you the details )

…

busy bodies

gawpy sorts

gossip mongers

nonsense talk

flaps of piffle

squawks & squawks

they're watching all

like a hawk



with shite eyesight

blinkers on

squinting - blinking

reason's gone

bitter since y'old

days of yon

dream of upper

echelons



nosy bastards

wanky spies

fuelled by gubbins

porky pies

thorny thinking

spiky lies

plague pits piling

in their eyes



busy bodies

fantasies

story telling

fancy-free

curtain twitching

yous not me

mind your own shit

business

please

...