Bad Poetry for Tuesday

18 Nov

you came into our home;
and we told you about the neighborhood
and marveled a bit over the weather.

you assured us that you’ve a mind for cleaning
and said you work in marketing
and that outdoor activities
were the sort of thing you enjoy

and out of what seemed more like politeness
than anything else,

you reshaped your portrait a little
to fit to our frame

we also assured you that street parking
was rarely a problem
and you agreed
because you don’t have a car

but in the end
although you seemed nice
we all knew
you weren’t for us.

everyone seems nice when they want something.

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