No many people could get away such a selfish ‘tude
To stride about carrying the scent of deceased fish
But when your still falling of the edge of boxes
After falling into a deep sleep, how could I stay mad?

When I return to the pits to refuel
After a hard day of doing a Oliver Twist
For a bowl of that employment gool
You always welcome me with a expecting look
Just a friendly reminder no matter how useless I feel
You would die of starvation if I wasn’t around

It’s always appreciated when you tolerate my rituals
The way I grit my teeth and scream into your ears
When you hide your feet in the fold of your belly
When your taking a nap on the armchair

When I return back to my studio
And I’m reeling behind the shower curtains
To apply antiseptic to my personal Picasso
You always demands a reservation on my lap
Treat me like your own personal Swiss-army throne
But no one else would fit the buck for you

Bitches gonna come and bitches gonna go
But you’ll always be the girl welcome in my home

*Written For National Poetry Month – 17/30*