My Dirty House Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

My Dirty House



Many are flying south...
migration is suitable for many/
many engage due to/for money
riddles don't annoy and impunity
is availed as they always
(ab) solve themselves, it's this
uncanny fate....
who ties your shoe?
my fingers - fortunately -
never learned to tie
my ego had to die
for this fitting to be
claimed...
and my house?
i think it's
clean...
the one that ties my shoe
cleans my dirty house, too....

.Y. dg

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