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My House Is Filled With Blues

My house is filled with blues.
Black curtains on the windows,
Black souls in every room.
And excuse the shaking walls,
My dad is throwing a tantrum.
My mom is bouncing balls on the ceiling.
The upstairs neighbors are repeating the anthem like,
"I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET THE LAST WORD, BOOM BOOM, BAM, BAM, BOP, BOP."
I called the cops on my own mother but that didn't make her stop.
And try sleeping to the sound of a marching band.
Try to change the station and lose that battle.
My house is filled with blues.
But the muse is heavy metal.

Comments1

  • onepauly

    good meaning.
    not to serious
    that's a great part of poetry
    among others.



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