Home

Wrote this one last night. Hope it's good

I have a home

A home I do not want

A home I will not call home

Because I'm embarrassed

And, sad, mostly sad

Due to days and night of nothing

But dull monotone life

I have a home

Small, cozy, kind of sweet

But I don't want that

I want

Large, huge mansions of gold

Because I know

I know that the only way to have such riches

Are through blood

or war

or corruption

or art, which most disdain

So I'll pick up my pen

To write