Shipping Container - Poem by Marshall Gass
My friend bought a shipping container
for a thousand quid.
He cut some windows and doors
latched with solid hinges
even cut a sun roof
and drop down bed of metal strips
all so well engineered.
he was the only guy I knew
who sat on his roof to sip his beer
moved his house around from beach
barbecued his pork chops on a drop down
and slid out of bed when fed
and made love on a hot tin roof!
The storms and gale force winds
passed him by -knowingly
and floods and foundations
did not move him around one inch.
He was a happy man.At times he joked about the fountains
(he actually said funtains!)
that he sometimes got inside in a heavy downpour.
But us idiots
ran to the bank to pay mortgages
and suck up to the manager
when the interest rates hit the roof.
My friend laughed and laughed
while the rest of us cried
working for the bank.
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