poetry, Struck by Lightening

Couch for Rent

I have a couch for rent.
comes with A place you can call home.
I’ll talk to you
and not judge
and sometimes
even let you sleep;
but I do need to talk to someone,
if you don’t mind.
Couch for rent.
Yea,
that’s what the sign in the window says.
I don’t ask for much.
Just someone to listen
and help me eat the food
and drink the beer in the frig.

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