RHYME Poem: By the window, by Steven Mittelman

In the corner by the window near the dusty dirty wall I’m sitting drinking while I’m looking at the
pictures in the hall the sun is shining streaming sifting through the musty dusty air and so I close my eyes to redness when it gets too bright to stare at every posing people picture with their sickly smiling face and looking photo happy perfect though that never was the case I still can see their lifeless faces through my slinty squinty eyes they keep on smiling grinning beaming with their biding hiding lies

So if a picture is a person and a person isn’t me then tell me why are they all staring out at something they can’t see they must be mutant monster people hiding death behind their smile they’re far away they’re here to get me they’ll be back in just a while

In the corner by the window bottle’s empty I am done I close my eyes but I still see them why am I the
only one

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