Up For Rent

 I once fancied myself a poet. These days, I barely have enough time to get through my deliverables at work and eating and breathing. So my poetry dreams have taken the back seat. And I know it's a sad and lonely place.

I wrote the piece below and published it on my old blog on September 24, 2008 I can't believe I wrote this sometimes. Time (and maturity, hopefully) have changed me quite a bit but I still feel the emotion that brought this on.
Writing for me is all about emotion. Reading this brought back the exact way I felt that day, and that emotion brought me inspiration.

Sometimes, somehow, out of our deepest darkest days, comes some of our best work.

Enjoy.

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Dear Tenant of Number One, Heart Close

Your lease has run out.
Your tenancy, expired.

and I know without a doubt
that I wont regret stamping out that fire.

You sat, ate, slept, took a piss in here for free
Lazing about, running up my bills

Now the joke is on me
Your ass got me on prescription pills.


So get your ish begone
'fore I release the dogs on you

Because your time here is done,
Us, you and me, are through.


~ Your soon-to-be-former landlord.

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I've got a space up for rent
Clean, warm, and pest-free

I don't take cash, or credit, or check
Just Common sense, respect and reciprocity.



(c) YorubAtinuke