My bedroom.
It may not look like much to you
But it is the shelter place,
Though a complete disgrace!
Where?
Should you see or be witness to,
My blend of enhanced insanity.
Combined with 24 hour sanity;
Is occupied by the dregs and
Velociraptors of humanity.

Which is me and my dog.
And remnants of dead frogs,
Yet a comfort to both
As well as me.
But my clogged throat chakra is telling me:
“It’s time to leave”
Behind your misery;
Intricate myself in more.
While awaiting a giant bore.

Why?
Because, on that score,
I beg for more.
Why?
I’m The Most Cresting & Arresting
Of “Rising Whores.”