Dear room,
I know
It's not your fault
That you're small
-you're supposed to be an office
Clean crisp piles of
White clear paper
Stacked and neat
But instead
You're cluttered
Like you were hit with a bomb
And cramped
With a bed, closet, shelves
And who knows what else
It can't be fun
I'm sorry it has to be this way
But you're an office
As a make-shift bedroom
Cluttered and cramped.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Dear room,
I know
It's not your fault
That you're small
-you're supposed to be an office
Clean crisp piles of
White clear paper
Stacked and neat
But instead
You're cluttered
Like you were hit with a bomb
And cramped
With a bed, closet, shelves
And who knows what else
It can't be fun
I'm sorry it has to be this way
But you're an office
As a make-shift bedroom
Cluttered and cramped.