BAD NEIGHBORS

I was so mad; I put on my winter boots to walk into a war,

The evil, next door neighbors, blew out their driveway, and filled mine in more,

The neighbors ran away,

In their house, they would stay,

I blew out my driveway, and into their driveway, I let the snow pour.

I LIVE IN RURAL AMERICA PART I

The next door neighbors are out scrapping up roadkill  for dinner,

Looks like they got a  possum, and possum meat is a winner,

It seems they will finely dine,

With homemade whiskey and toilet wine,

I won't be invited to partake, because they think I'm a sinner.