Emile Hahbizza

The Room 2.0 - Poem by Emile Hahbizza

No one knows why and no one knows how
A room like this could become so fowl

So much trash on the ground
I don't know whether the carpet is red or brown

Laundry is living on the floor
It's slowly slithering out the door

It's hard to imagine how I sleep
As spiders, up my nose they creep

Underneath my soiled bed
I keep a pickled severd head

My pillows have bcome somethings house
Cockroach, beetle, or mouse?

Unfolded shirts and underwear
And in the closet? Don't go there

In the mold a brand new species
Festers in my old dried fecies

My desk has stains that look like mud
In fact it's dried mosquito blood

Windows covered in greasy cheese
Curtains used for last nights sneeze

Complaints from me you'll never hear
'Cus the best part is I LOVE it here

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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