Dear me!
My dears, it must be tough
finding yourselves in genteel seclusion
with gracious vistas and leisures;
wide windows without bars.
.
What to DO, but turn up the volume
- recapturing the deafening pulse
of uterine innocence of ago:
and throw cans and plastic about.
No-where to hang out
as your more settled, suburban mates
seem content to shamble around,
builder bums sadly flabby
on the ends of their Staffy leads.