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She Threw a Brick House

She cataloged annoyances’ never to forgetAngry Woman

Brought coldly to remembrance forever the debt

Tied up in a cage and poked with a long sharp stick

Better locked up tighter than be hit with her bricks

Once lost in the ether I talked as I did sleep

I put bells on my tools so she could never creep

The older I became the more scarred I become

In the cellar for night staked by day in the sun

If she remembers it now as it happened then

Is because she journals it all with her red pen

Grab as much as you can and run leaving the house

No matter what you do you’ll always be the louse

© 2011 Michael Yost