Twenty three walls front and back
a quarter mile of carpet
hand me down furniture
still smelling like cigarettes and beer.
The oven doesn't work, the burners
turned on and off with pliers
pilot light goes out
the ceiling fan is hanging low
doesn't work anymore.
A front door which won't close
Eleven windows, two sans screens,
one screen repaired with duct tape.
Picture windows, front and back, look
out on the neighbors houses
the yard is crab grass bare in places.
The trees are overgrown.
This is my home.
This is MY castle.
Yes, I am queen.
and yes I get pissed.
When you sit on my throne, "Get OUT OF MY CHAIR"
Or attempt to take my staff " Fuck where's the remote"
Block the carriage house "Don't park in my driveway"
Or dare to defy my ordinances.
By the blood of my hands
by the flat of my ass (i work sitting all day)
this is my castle
brick, drywall, and glass.