An Open House is no Prison

- slightly unhinged -

My door’s a- hangin’, no right angles,
strangers welcome, I embrace you!

I have broadcast my address online,
as privacy is boring. Come on in

make all the noise you wish.
Sorry I’ve no books, no records.

My house is very black & white.
I’ve instant coffee & gallons of milk.

You won’t see any cats; I don’t like them.
I love your work boots on my cheap new rugs

& enjoy your handling of my personal affairs,
seeing what you put in your pockets.

Please smoke cigars, shout at your phone,
& I beg you, listen loudly to sport in my bedroom.