Dirty floors I walk upon carefully
trying to sidestep the mysterious
stains and sticky patches.
Well water that stains every cup,
makes the bath tub gritty,
makes everything washed smell funny,
and leaves the taste of dirt in your mouth.
Cheap cereal from Aldi’s
that tastes like sugar coated styrofoam.
Half finished paint jobs,
bare insulation covers the ceiling,
dirt so thick you can draw in it.
Dead sparrows in the yard
shot by the homeowner
for simply being too plentiful.
Is it any wonder
I hated it there?
Is it any wonder
I couldn’t wait to get home?