Lawrence S. Pertillar
My Home Is Not Your Parents' House - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I believe I misunderstood your last comment.
I could have sworn I heard you say...
As long as I do what I choose to do,
Just accept it.
What did you mean by that?
'It's all quite simple.
You do what you want and I do what I want.
What's the purpose for asking questions?
If I am going to choose to do what I wish,
That's exactly what I am going to do.'
Is the look of disbelief still on my face?
And you expect to share my space as room-mates?
I believe I misunderstood 'everything' about you.
My home is not your parents' house.
And I am not into role play.
I hope you got that to get it for good!
Now get out
This is no place for moochers or sponge cadets.
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