The Renovator
Mega-buck ideas
are followed by sledge hammer schemes,
foundations and roof stripped
to the studs.
A posse of hard hats are bent on obeying
her every command & whim
as they knock through walls,
bludgeon bathrooms into submission.
She has added me to her do-over list.
I am being up-graded
into something way less comfortable.
It seems I don't fit-in nor match
and the testy visionary regards me
as far too shaggy to live here.
I’m having a dog house
built for myself.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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