A House of my own

With a hole in the bottom to get rid of the waste,

And a narrow hard cot so I can live clean and chaste.

And some light from the ceiling,

Which assists the soul's healing.

A stool, desk, and an easel,

I'll be fit like a weasel!

Barbells and dumbbells,

Running shoes in one corner,

And a couple of warm pelts,

So I will not need a sauna.

This is my dream: not a tomb...

----but a womb.

Out of which I come crawling,

All pink like a baby,

And follow my calling,

This will come true, maybe.