Honestly this was therapeutic and didn't take nearly as long as I thought it might.
Here it goes:
Dear fireworks fabricating man
at the bottom of my hill
making exploding products
giving kids the cheapest thrills
and scaring all the lov'ly birds
from our beloved reserve
I just want to tell you now
I finally got the nerve
to tell you off, rhyming
I hope your house explodes
I hope the axle of your truck
slowly starts to corrode
I hope you lose your fingers each
in seperate accidents
Feel free to impale yourself
next time you jump our fence.
I know you're an easy target
against whom I can vent.
And that I can't get you expelled
because you pay your rent,
But know its me that curses you
each time you do your testing
and all those police inspections
were because of my requesting.
I'll watch and wait and visualize
you falling into the river
as endangered animals enjoy
feasting on your liver
You wash your clothes directly
in the towns supply of water;
You think there's nothing I can do,
beware I am a plotter.
Keep exploding your test rockets
at 6:30 in the morning.
But its me who'll have the last laugh
when you die of nitrite pois'ning
RE: Splinterlands 101 - Ep 108: Colombia, Conflict Wagons and SPS, with @ecoinstant