I Grew Up In a One Roomed Shack

I grew up in a one roomed shack a king size Coca-Cola space crammed like Marlboro cigars in a pack a place I ran to for defense my home which some see as a plight where my family had to find the right way it was my bedroom at night my mother's pantry by day a lounge where my dad like a doc upon a cadaver dissected The Star while his kids goggled at Luxor television I grew up in a shack protected by corrugated irons walls of a mansion