Love and a Door
Love and a door
He was poor but had great ideas of riches
to be equal to the wealthy and meet the same respect.
Alas, he had no business talent his great thoughts
on how to obtain riches fell asleep on a park bench.
He saved enough money to buy an imposing front door
that looked like an entrance to a big villa of the type
one sees in the Bahamas.
The problem was his house was a shack and the port looked
like it was guilty like it was stolen.
Can a door be embarrassed?
The police came asked questions, but he had the bill
paid from the door maker,
after the law left, the door felt insulted became
politically interested everyone has the right to buy
an imposing entrance, he loved the man indoors, protected
him from grins by those who only had a communal
produced doorways.
A rich man was driving past, and he offered to buy the shack,
door and garden, the man refused point-blank and the door
bristled in anger, love is not for sale.
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