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I am a man living in a house made of boxes some are posh, others are bedraggled, anything to keep away those **** foxes I started with a base build, long and robust, its where I have my open window above only a square mind, it couldn’t be too big although it’s what I’d really love No corridors or an upstairs en-suite no no no, not in this hovel, now that really would have been a treat The big names placed accordingly out there on the front entrance Amazon to Harrods, Waitrose to Marks, leftover Poundland to build my fence The roof a leftover roll of industrial cellophane wrap my outdoor toilet just by the tree, a forest en-suite but no basin or tap cooking can be a pain as a fire really could spread a front room so small I eat my dinner from my bed Now don’t let people tell you you're just some smelly old ***** as you are not it's just a wrong decision I made in life, now this is how I survive and to camp the boxes build a structure of life that is not always sturdy and stable but if that’s how my life went, now I’m just bottom of some table For this is my home my refuge my rest my result Remember, we all live a different life, just be grateful for what you have The Box House JJB
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
The Box House
I am a man living in a house made of boxes some are posh, others are bedraggled, anything to keep away those **** foxes I started with a base build, long and robust, its where I have my open window above only a square mind, it couldn’t be too big although it’s what I’d really love No corridors or an upstairs en-suite no no no, not in this hovel, now that really would have been a treat The big names placed accordingly out there on the front entrance Amazon to Harrods, Waitrose to Marks, leftover Poundland to build my fence The roof a leftover roll of industrial cellophane wrap my outdoor toilet just by the tree, a forest en-suite but no basin or tap cooking can be a pain as a fire really could spread a front room so small I eat my dinner from my bed Now don’t let people tell you you're just some smelly old ***** as you are not it's just a wrong decision I made in life, now this is how I survive and to camp the boxes build a structure of life that is not always sturdy and stable but if that’s how my life went, now I’m just bottom of some table For this is my home my refuge my rest my result Remember, we all live a different life, just be grateful for what you have The Box House JJB
The home is the chief school of human virtues - William Ellery Channing There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort - Jane Austen My home is in Heaven. I'm just travelling through this world - Billy Graham
john-bartholomew
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45/M/Cambridge
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
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