What did you do to deserve this, Keith?
Is your tongue a concrete mile?
Are your eyelids twitching curtains?
Is the stubble across your chin
symmetrically placed shrubs?
Are your knees speed bumps
and your forearm lampposts?
Maybe you opened up your home
to as many people as you could,
or maybe you were someone
who got walked all over.

© Carl Burkitt 2021