I tolerated my damn neighbor even though he liked to gripe.
But I drew the line when he attacked me with a steel pipe.
The bastard hit me in the ribs and on my head.
My skull was fractured, I’m lucky I’m not dead.
Now the hospital is threatening to take my home because I can’t pay their bill.
I don’t deserve these problems, I may lose my house and I was nearly killed.
But I had him arrested and they locked that maniac in a cell.
He committed assault with a deadly weapon and he’s rotting in jail.
This is a fictional poem.