Man Cave
Meandering digression as you ran to your man cave.
Full of contempt, with no one to save.
Learning to differentiate your burdensome emotional baggage.
While I sit by the stove top cooking some cabbage.
A tattered room full of mold and mildew.
No perfume, to dignify your smell.
Of bellowing hate while your false dignitary acted like a tall tale.
As, I stood all alone opening the mail.
Development detachment of devoid
While I played my loud music to drown out the noise.
Copyright © Jayme Chapin | Year Posted 2021
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