I would hate to have to live with me.

I would hate to have to live with me.
To many complexities,
poor humour in the mornings,
uneven erratic temper,
no warnings. Sour temperament
poorly compliments a life
full of irritation that imitates
normality.
I would hate to live with me.

I would hate to live with me.
The crippling gout,
the creeping doubt
the roundabout compliments
never meant to be truly
genuinely kindly sincerely real.
Here is the thing,
I would hate to live with me.

Who wants to live with a grumpy,
humpy, moaning groaning old guy,
why suffer the slings and arrows
of harrowing waste in the race
to the bottom,
what a rotten way to be.
Here’s the thing,
I would hate to live with me.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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