A Clique In My Neighbourhood Poem by Melvina Germain

A Clique In My Neighbourhood

There’s a clique in my neighbourhood
one woman at the helm.
Wearing a mask of calm, yet a blaze seeps within,
O she’s clean as whistle for all eyes to see
but the grunge flows hard in great capacity.

There’s a clique in my neighbourhood
thicker than mud.
A vile wicked witch, old demon in a skirt.
A farmers neck of a woman
wearing old rugged shirts.

There’s a clique in my neighbourhood
with a mouth full of pain.
A negative faucet spouting out dark rain.
Be careful what you say, your words will be heard,
a meddling bitch is she who’ll share every word

By gauley! there’s a clique in my neighbourhood
with a following of muted doves.
A whip in one hand with no sign of true love.
Beware of her ego that hangs within trees,
you’ll often find her picking weeds on her knees

Ahh ha ha yes a dang clique in my neighbourhood
Whose words are long and shallow,
with eyes like a hawk and a knife for a tongue.
Don’t step in her mess, watch out for the dung.

A bloody clique in my neighbourhood
who spoils all the good.

Lies raging like a fire with no remorse in mind,
what a shame to watch over
the festering weak and the blind.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: June 12/2015