Apartment Poem by Faith Wood

I keep my mouth shut
for fear of where it takes me,
I'm a listless breeze out to sea
Bottle me up and store me away
(They told me it's worth more than you can pay)

From why I can tell
Three is too large a crowd,
and I know this is where my voice
registers too loud,
A decible away from going deaf, we can't deny
the valid truth, the good honest try

So I'll award the credit,
Applaud an attempt so gracious
when all that we needed was an apartment a little more spacious
Stuck in this bloated, heated loft
I've recieved word- we've gone too soft.