My Happy Place
There is nothing I love more
Then going to Home Depot
For I feel as if I can soar
Rushing down the aisles
The sweet smell of lumber in the air
Crushing everyone in my path with my cart
I have no other care
I love to socialize with the other white men
I could spend hours there
When I have to leave I may shed a tear
And on the drive home I may hit a deer
I am sad when I leave for home
For I have no one I am alone
Maybe one day I will meet my soulmate there
As of right now, I have no one.
Copyright © Bernard Queeferson | Year Posted 2021
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