my landlord and I
he cares for me
we get along fine,
always running into each
other, catching up. He
runs a nice bungalow
row, but he's always
concerned. "You
shouldn't be living
like this. You're living
way below your level
you don't deserve to
be in one of these
shitholes." I'm like man,
chill! These are excellent
shitholes, plus love the
location. He shakes his
head, sad. I think he thinks
if he could nudge me from
the nest, convince me to move
on, for my own good - I could
take him with me
He's projecting
Hitched his wish to a star, he
doesn't believe
he deserves more
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, January 20, 2023
landlord problems
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