fauxcroft

I can’t believe you think

It’s acceptable to speak that way,

For stating a few home truths

About what you do under my roof,

All I am asking for is respect

That I’ve earned through watching my every step,

Because I know how volatile you are,

You’ve taken over my house

You are a conscious sofa surfer,

And though I work my arse of everyday,

When I come home it is always the same,

You can’t be bothered with tidying up

And my sofa still looks like a bed,

And all I get from you is don’t speak,

When I do you say I don’t want to hear it,

While you take advantage of my kind spirit

To let you live in my living room,

Until you’ve ett a place that is your own

Go and materialise your own home,

Then maybe you’ll realise and see

Why it is I sometimes moan,

You’ve taken over my house, my home,

I find it difficult to bite my lip

When my home looks like shit,

Because of your mess it’s a pit,

And does it trigger me? the answers yes,

Well that’s supposed to be alright with me

Then you say that I am not family,

And because you’re happy to use me

I find underneath I seethe,

In my mind I keep on repeating things you see

That I pay the bills and buy the food you eat,

Yet I am a bad man and you say this on repeat,

And you do nothing in order to pay your way

Maybe I am just a fool for putting up with this every day.