This room is dark, small and musty
It spins me a tale of love and all things dusty,
The organ stands dark and full of mystery
In the corner that I call lusty,
There's a bird nested on a ming vase justly
Atop the cupboard slim and shapely,
Next to a painting that imitates a waterfall dutifully
Wooden dragons carve a place here aesthetically,
A bed lies in the middle of here quite happily
Sheets black and white imitates an Oreo crisply,
No one sees the tinted glasses watching in-obtrusively
Stories of loneliness and fear displayed on
beaded Marijuana curtain quite colorfully,
Smoke curtains and stain the bathroom willy nilly
I say living here is suicide done willfully,
Especially since it became only a room
and its here I complete my homily.
AGK
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