Things being thrown,
Toys being played,
Thanks to the scraping on the fence the neighbour has made,
It’s 4am,
Too early to be awake,
Little kids, sleep isn’t in bed,
It’s gonna be a long day.

The grumpy old neighbour and her yapping dog,
Scraped something along the fence,
2am, they thought was good.
2 hours later, three kids awake,
Just because she has a little yapping dog?

I’m tired, burnt out, just another day…
A long day,
I bet she’s the one that made the call,
To report my parenting as abusive,
I bet she’s the one watching my children play,
Knowing when they are alone,
Not creepy at all….

Living next to units, it’s such fun.
Never knowing which one,
Can’t report if you don’t know the address,
But who is awake and out at this time?
Not I.
And now Im awake,
Avoiding getting up,
The children are talking, getting up to a muck,
I lay hugging my boy, as he lay awake,
Crying,
While my eyes are burning.