Big Time Plans and Petty Games
I've got plans, you've got plans, we've all got plans, but you two are the most nosiest neighbors with petty games
to ever cross my path.
Every day of every week, I go outside, you go outside, I head out to make my new move in the hopes of my big break and you got a big scheme.
If I do something good, you got to top it with something better, I get a big screen TV, you got to get a bigger screen TV.
I have my backyard to get mowed, you got to go out the next day and have your yard mowed, I feed the cats, you
got to lay out fertilizer to run the cats off, petty games.
It's the petty games you play during the day and at night,
Can't you see that, your grand schemes are tiresome and
redundant, so much that you send me into early retirement.
You say that I'm no match for you, well you're no match for me, I get that you're an elder, but I'm a middle-aged
And I still to want to enjoy my youth, not be pushed into
Your constant initiation of the cranky senior citizen club.
Oops, no pun intended I do not mean to offend, but I am
still relatively young and want to have fun. I've got plans
and you play petty games, everything is a competition
It's beginning to be repetition. The very definition of intuition is that you just want to be better than everyone
else and never look back that's fine, just don't have my
behind, I can't stand another whipping for my independence.
I've got plans, we've got plans, we all have plans, you just have schemes and petty games
About this poem
About a Community of People who stands up to nosy neighbors on the block always trying to stop their plans and keep up with the Joneses in a very humorous satire.
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Written on June 03, 2022
Submitted by dwaun.m2019 on June 03, 2022
Modified on March 09, 2023
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