There are no archways at my place,
no crystal chandeliers, no marbled
foyers to receive heads of state nor
a grand ballroom to entertain dance
parties or lavish soirees. There is
no spiral staircase to descend with
regal pomp and ceremony.
No, none of that sprawling palatial
estate crap for me. I am a common
man with an unadorned simple plan,
occupying a modest place graced
with a few square feet, a head, a
sagging full-sized bed and narrow
Pullman kitchen at my command.
A subterranean pad for me, a modest
retreat with recliner and 24-inch TV
where my small pup and I can while
away the hours, 24/7 in the lap of un-
adorned, undisturbed luxury.
Call it a dive or a slice of heaven
here on Earth where dust is wel-
comed to lie in undisturbed har-
mony with my shaggy pooch and
the laid back, and unkempt likes
of me.
At least I don’t have fortune and
fame to blame for my died--in-the-
wool, carefree, unassuming attitude.
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Chris Hanch 10-13-2022
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