They Live In Filth
Their gorgeous living room does not camouflage the smell
The rest of the house is a hoarder’s house, and it smells like…..
We cannot stay long, we lie, the second we arrive.
The kitchen door opens, and we see filth stacked high inside.
This hoarder couple is always dressed to the nines.
They have fancy accessories of all colors and kinds.
Their perfume is wafting out of each hem and sleeve.
They are covering the fact they don’t bathe I believe.
They offer us a beverage, and I watch my husband gag.
He is not persnickety, but he can see past the old hag.
In the kitchen there is all kinds of grease and grime on the floor.
Within a few seconds, we both make an excuse and run out the door.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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