WORRY COMES WITH AGE

As doors slam I shake with a fear I ain’t
Ever experienced before as my mind is full
Of paranoid fantasies of some smacked up
Junky nut will kick my door in & then my
Head but tonight, just like so many before,
It’s for next door again.

“If you don’t let me in,” he screams, “I’ll
Kick the fucking door in you bastard!” &
The silence from him next door is deafening
As I nowhere what sounds like a large man
Straining and then suddenly a loud, a really
LOUD crash & the door is off it hinges as
The pair go at each other like a UFC fight
Until finally a few minutes later the roar
Dulls to a quiet whisper & soon the door is
Back in place as no doubt some business
Is done and it got me thinking…

Why? Is it all connected to the hypodermic I saw
Sitting on the grass by the cafe on the Steine this
Morning that suggests the real bad smack is here
Hunting victims & my neighbour is casting that
Spell over some poor unfortunates like the hip young
Amy I spied hanging outside my shop today.  Seeing
Her I worried as she talked deals with an aspiring
Businessman & I thought, wow, worry really must
Come with age!