Chinese New Year’s parades
With loud red fire crackers snapping
And dragons dancing!
They sit locked in a cave,
In the dullest house on our block.
Vegetarian bicyclists rioting in the streets
Hurling meat products at cars!
The broken glass stopped them before the cops!
In the dullest house on our block,
They sit locked in a cave.
Bright poets speaking Truth upstairs,
Neighbors to neon strip clubs
Watch for the City Light!
They sit locked in a cave,
In the dullest house on our block.
Big naked lesbians on motorcycles
Roaring bright flags and leather
Cheering fans from 3rd story windows!
In the dullest house on our block,
They sit locked in a cave.
Dope smoking nuns,
“Bong hits for Jesus”,
And fantastic Technicolor hippies!
They sit locked in a cave,
In the dullest house on our block.
Six good museums
A hundred more private art studios
And more than that in good graffiti!
They sit locked in a cave,
In the dullest house on our block.
A tea party in the park
Expensive costumes
Alice, a Rabbit and the Queen of Hearts!
In the dullest house on our block,
They sit locked in a cave.
The Park
Just the place
Not to mention all the things gathered inside!
They sit locked in a cave,
In the dullest house on our block.
The Pacific Ocean 20 blocks away
The train to the beach
One block over!
In the dullest house on our block,
The sit locked in a cave.
Smoking dope on the rooftop of
Hillary Clinton’s campaign office
Above exceptionally attractive poli-sci students!
They sit locked in a cave,
In the dullest house on our block.
The best vineyards in the world are right next door
Good microbrews in our own back yard
Enough moonshine in basements to blind a republican!
In the dullest house on our block,
They sit locked in a cave.
Day-life, Night-life, In-between-life
Straight, Gay, Other …
Square, squiggly, simple, sparkly!
They sit locked in a cave,
In the dullest house on our block.
These people are my housemates, a lonely dreary lot. I live in the dullest house on the block. They do nothing with their time, and then complain when it is lost. They lock them selves away, scared to death of talk. One will not open the windows, so every day is just like night. They are Hostile/Volatile/Unpredictable monsters with bad habits and worse addictions. They cannot cook, nor do they clean. They are gross, disgusting, and obscene. They bore my pubes, and smell bad too. I would understand completely if they were blue, but they are anti-blue, as colorless as they are clueless. They are not young and scared, they are thirty plus and terrified.
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