Neighborhood Watch

Neighborhood Watch

By: Peter Neal

I watched the TV in horror, my friend;

Of those planes impacting again and again.

Driving home that night from my comfy desk job;

I looked inside a store and couldn't believe what I saw.

Three Arab punks dancing around the place in glee;

While those twin towers became nothing but debris.

In my mind's eye I saw what justice must be done;

So I parked my car in the alley and got out my gun.

Now there ain't a jury in this land whose gonna find me guilty;

Because I sprayed that store with 30-ought-60.

Those desert villains who once danced with joy;

Now clutch their wounds and scream like boys.

So that night, mister, the good Lord had taught;

That my place in this world is neighborhood watch.