BROOM IN THE CORNER

still,

no thought,

not one,

never a thought,

sits up and still

in the corner,

clam like my pills,

its been there a long time,

time to go,

the broom in the corner,

no where else to go,

laughter around,

yet the day is bleak

and the broom in the corner,

begins to speak,

“how are you my friend,

why so glum?”

to that broom in the corner, “Because I’m so dumb…”

upon the clean and airy,

that broom in the corner,

the words got scary

“follow me, up and down, follow me and lie upon this ground…”

but that broom in the corner,

my only friend,

I’ll follow him,

till the days end.

 

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