No one comes to see me
In the basement, comes to know
What is up in attics
But a screwy lightbulb's glow
Which more than one it took to change
My empty canvas walls
From her Mona Lisa smile
Into Jackson Pollack halls
Having food fights with myself
And cleaning plates of thought
Yet leaving ***** dishes of
The hungry nights they brought
To an appetite for more
Than the kitchens we confine
Each microwaving minute
To the tombs in which we dine
Though silverware is sterling
And gold the chandelier
The finest china only made
My family disappear
Leaving me to parlor tricks
To stoke my fire places
And locked inside the study
Of my most unwelcome spaces
Where I learned of outside worlds
Far beyond my private property
And wrote of how to share them
In a game of life monopoly
Then took a **** on status quo
And flushed away the norm
And shaved with cold steel sharpened on
The water's never warm
For in this house-divided
I'm a one-man civil war
Armed with rebel causes
For a union to restore
So my doors and windows are
Always open for my guests
But underneath the floorboard's
Where I take all your requests
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
No one comes to see me
In the basement, comes to know
What is up in attics
But a screwy lightbulb's glow
Which more than one it took to change
My empty canvas walls
From her Mona Lisa smile
Into Jackson Pollack halls
Having food fights with myself
And cleaning plates of thought
Yet leaving ***** dishes of
The hungry nights they brought
To an appetite for more
Than the kitchens we confine
Each microwaving minute
To the tombs in which we dine
Though silverware is sterling
And gold the chandelier
The finest china only made
My family disappear
Leaving me to parlor tricks
To stoke my fire places
And locked inside the study
Of my most unwelcome spaces
Where I learned of outside worlds
Far beyond my private property
And wrote of how to share them
In a game of life monopoly
Then took a **** on status quo
And flushed away the norm
And shaved with cold steel sharpened on
The water's never warm
For in this house-divided
I'm a one-man civil war
Armed with rebel causes
For a union to restore
So my doors and windows are
Always open for my guests
But underneath the floorboard's
Where I take all your requests
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