Low Mates No Thanks (No Place Like Home)
By: Tyler Ross
Caged with one ear to the door
Suffocation from the ceiling to the floor
Cautious on the verge to feed
Inconsiderate for a circle of surroundings
Need is simple although no reciprocation
Limitation are the hands that bind
Free mind consumed by a short time
Repetition like clock work
Cleanliness rotten to the mess
Best days are outside the walls
No noise standing strong keeping poise
Rest can be a tough conquest
Delight happens in sections of random polite
No spite toward the environment
Questioning a very soon retirement
Solo or a place for two
One day closer to something new
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