Footloose Poem by Titus Keya Omwaka

When I brought you to my house
You looked like a timid mouse
I thought I was wise
To choose to be nice

My decision was condemned by my mother
And disliked by my brother
I did it for friendship
Nothing else

Now I don't know where you keep your clothes
I can't see your suitcase
When I ask you, you change your face
You tie your shoelace
And prepare to take a French leave

When the landlord comes you refrain
When there's no food you complain
You come to the house late and so high
And disappear when payday is nigh

You can't help with housework
Even getting you to cook
You behave like a Sickler
Buying time so that you can fleet to air
Your tricks won't get you anywhere.