Brother Biscuit-Banjo: - Just a warning that Brother Binky's poem does contain some strong language. The Domino war is taking it'S toll on him.
FUCKING
BUILDERS
A swarming
breed, the building clans,
Consume the
streets with their white vans.
To block
your drive with lengthy trucks,
Whilst
shouting loud with shits and fucks.
A constant
noise expelled by them,
It starts
again at 8 am,
The next
day and then on and on,
It's dark
outside before they're gone.
A spread of
dirt and stones and dust,
It has to
finish soon, it must.
It's
"Fuck of Dave", and "Steve you twat",
"His knob's
so small", "Her arse is fat".
An engine
drones, and sometimes two,
A hammer
beats a dull tattoo.
Cement is
mixed and bricks are laid,
The wiz of
drills the thunk of spade.
The evening
comes, and with it peace,
A blessed
still, a sweet release.
I'll slide
in to my bed at ten,
But 8 am,
it starts again.
