My friend asked me nicely if she and her son
could stay at my house like she’d previously done
and I couldn’t say no since she happened to be
The owner and landlord, the kind you don’t see.
Having the house swap was a strain in itself
Like changing the spot for your elf on the shelf
Like breaking the chain of supposed events
Like paying a mortgage instead of high rents
But the biggest dilemma starts right from the start
From a sanctimonious sister who plays no real part
In my life as I see it, along with the rites
Like the big ugly bumps from a mosquito bug’s bites
For she lives in the basement and never pays rent
for all of her money has already been spent.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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house swap, change, break: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/12/07/three-things-challenge-m170/
sanctimonious: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/12/07/sanctimonious/
mosquito: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/12/07/rdp-wednesday-mosquito/