Cut down that fucking tree

“Cut down that fucking tree
its not letting the light in”
he screamed over the fence.

I need to find an axe.

Don’t want that curtain twitching neighbour
to be banging on my door,

again.I see him now,
fidgeting in his smokey living room,
penning letters to the council
in his head, re-runs of Eastenders
echoing in the background.
A dog end dangling from
an angry lip.

Maybe a chainsaw?

I see headlines in the local free paper,
right next a story about a teenage mum
and a school that got a new computer,
“Local man killed over tree dispute”

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