Home sweet home. poem.

I don’t want to live

in a polished home

everything in its place.

I don’t want to live in a

home with dirty

dishes about the place

I want to live in a home

surrounded by the

things i like, not too tidy

and go visit people

because

i like them.

not to look to see

how they live

I don’t care if they

make me welcome.

I don’t want people

to visit me

who just want

to see what ive got

and critizise me

they are not welcome.

 

 

 

 

 

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