My Neighbour's Wife 2
Even the birds don't chirp
The Weather's always blissful
Cascading my brother's slurp
No Loud urban rush
Or blarring sounds from the gospel church
The service has been long over
And my happy hour drawing quite closer
Burning casual cigarettes from my balcony
Violently nodding to paper and strife
Looking like a fuse of Nubian and astronomy
I'm starting at my neighbour's wife
Carrying out her Sunday routine
Washing and spreading her budget's cut
I've made it a ritual visual cuisine
Hoping I'm never caught
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