A home should be a haven,
no hustle or bustle in here.
No calls, no noise, no fools with toys
no morons smashed on beer.
as the traffic hums in the distance.
Now I’ll sit and think and laugh and drink
And contemplate this existence.
I’m free to now wear what I want
and do just as I please,
I might sit here in my underpants,
and eat a piece of cheese.
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