lay em out, lay em out

i'm tired of folks lurking around next door. and by folks i could be speaking generously of prospective speculators, but who knows. the copper plumbing liberators have long come and gone. so far in my time it's been mostly home buyers and realtors. there have been some repeat visits. even some folks with whom i have found conversation. the same folks who didn't take offense that i put trash out on their prospective sidewalk frontage. the same folks who didnt call the Bee Eye. then this fucking guy today that sparked this rant. what's your name, where you from, and what you want? i have to be suspicious when there is a middle aged white man outside hopping out a sports coupe with rims. he didn't even park in front of the house. whats he driving? where are the plates from? that would be a dead giveaway. yes, MASS. what's he drinking? is that starbucks or dunkin donuts, or is it from the diner? what he must think of i, son of sanford next door. ok, if i catch him peeking through my windows i'll go out there. what kind of shoes is he wearing? does he have anything to do with the foreclosure happening down the street? is he a narc? somebody needs to take that place over. and i don't mean the bank or a receiver. quite the contrary- a fine upstanding back or safety such as myself to patrol this gridiron from gentrification. keep it in the family to protect the family.