Who are they?
Their car has New Jersey plates.
I see him walking the streets during the day smoking a cigar. Shouldn’t he
be working?
Their horrible over the front door sign reads, “Bite me.”
I saw them both sitting on the cemetery wall the other day kissing. Have
they no respect for the dead?
She mows the lawn and plays hopscotch.
I saw their empty car the other day parked in the cemetery. I fear what
they might be doing on that hallowed ground.
They have a daughter who never seems to attend school. Perhaps I should
call the school.
He was sitting in the cemetery reading de Sade. Blasphemy!
Who are they?
Why are they here?
And, why they won’t return my friendly waves?
THE MIND ATTIC 