23/08/2024
August the Third
I was at home-
but the home became a house.
I, for once longed for silence -
I guess it is hard for some.
Dripping - the rain it was -
yet they were drowned by a bottle.
How could they go home now -
If liquids made a fuss.
Mad - he was to them -
but no idea they might have been.
Perhaps, it's indecipherable -
when comfort ovewhelms.
A man of consistency.
How pi**ed he could be?
For his day was shattered -
With his people's naivety.
