Mud dragged across the floor with every step
A haven poisoned by the outside world
We built these sturdy walls to keep ourselves clean
And to keep ourselves safe from the terrors that lurk beyond
But in you walk with Mother Nature’s mark
Printing it everywhere, dirty propaganda
Driving me crazy. There’s a twitch in my eye as I ask
“Would you kindly remove your shoes?”
“Oh, yeah. My bad.”
A Life in Poems 