He sits there staring
Angry eyes glaring
We laugh, we talk
We enjoy the meal before the walk
He talks with his rotten pigeon
It's so rotten I feel like finding him a personal literature teacher
(SIGH)....
There he goes...speaking again
The rooms too small
The plans are stupid
What about the house
Rent one day only
AND MUCH MUCH MORE
My eyes hurt
My heart hurts
My mind swells
And he smells
