POEM OF THE DAY - "Southern Comfort"

The following poem was actually based on an experience I had many years ago after moving to Houston. I was invited to a friend of a friends house for dinner. This guy drove a top of the line sports car, always smelled like the men's cologne fragrance counter at Saks and dressed in the best name brand fashions you could buy at that time. Now, I had never been to his house before, but assumed that he lived large because of how he presented himself. However when I got to his house, noting could have been further from the truth. He lived in a run down mobile home (and there is nothing wrong with that) that seemed like he had not cleaned it since birth! He was so accommodating though, offering us food and drink but because the roaches had the run of the kitchen, I refused to eat a thing. Now if that wasn't enough, it was the smell that prompted me to say that I had to leave early because my Grandmother had taken ill. Y'all, my Grandmother died many years before I was born...go figure. Anyway, enjoy:

Southern Comfort

A rat ran across the living room floor
then through the bathroom door.
I acted like I didn’t see it.

But my company did.
I wonder where he hid.

I opened the fridge, a roach was
on the water jug
and another on my favorite mug.
I acted like I didn’t see it.

But my company did.
They’ll drink a coke instead.

There is rust on top
of the coffee pot
but the coffee was nice and hot.
I acted like I didn’t see it.

But my company did.

My stove don’t work.
My toilet won’t flush.
What’s the rush?

My grass is high.
My house smells like pee.
Well, there’s no one here but me.

My TV won’t talk
My porch is falling in.
I acted like I didn’t notice it.

But my company did.

I farted then left the room
and wished that I had known
that when I returned
my company would be gone.
I acted like I didn’t smell it.

I guess my company did.

Some Christmas,
I haven’t had company since.

WYLD STYLZ