Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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.

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