There lives
A man
My wall.
He does
Not have
Much room
At all.

He has
No bath,
He has
No sink.
He does
Not have
The space
To think.

He has
No couch,
He has
No chairs
Or place
To put
The clothes
He wears.

But gripes
From him
You will
Not hear,
His rent’s
Two cents,
Paid once
A year!

This poem was selected for my book!

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