Selfish of Sussex

Poetry of life

It was fine until it wasn’t, Grass was green and boundaries taller, than in other streets, The grey house was complete.

The lady ran along the driveway Said I must park on the highway Even though it’s blocked, I may be out of luck.

Please don’t park around this silence Though the forest lies behind us, You’re not welcome here, Dog walkers interfere.

Your dogs will have to stay in your blue car Drive somewhere I don’t hear them bark

We put the rocks down so you won’t upset our verge.

Private means we paid to not share gravel with non-residents and trouble Have you heard?

You say you live so far away Could simply run the alleyway

but people here would mind, I thought of some rude sign.

Her power play of privilege and the cost of living meanness was unkind.

She called that life.

© America Zed. Other Poetry/Stories by America Zed.