A chorus of chronic secretions
erupted last night from the rain
a seeping soggy symphony
of empty kettle timpani
and barring artistic deletions
I'm anxious to hear the refrain
if only my knack for repelling
could somehow soak into the roof
and block this endless precipitance
ensuring my inheritance
becomes a decent dwelling
to not be so aloof.
Are You Reading Me?
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