Diary of a Passive Aggressive by Ian D Smith

I regret letting my neighbour

Use my drive

For his pile

Of bricks and sand.

Three days later

His slaves had built a pyramid:

“Ten minutes,” he said.

And when I went inside

He’d cultivated my land

And filled my cupboards

With power tools, still running.

So I decided to make a stand

And pushed out his golf buggy

And collection of CDs, mostly brass band.

It seemed to work.

He deduced he was dealing with a psychopath

And stayed away.

And whenever I leave home and lock the doors

I know he’s back

Building edifices in his image

Brick by brick

Grain by grain

Atom by blessed atom.