No One Laments a Terrible Roommate by Kathleen VanCor I’d hate to see a glimpse of him, he who the cats take note. I hear his knocking, wailings too. Dishes flung onto the floor. He’s making such a mess of things, His talent throughout his life. I have his stuff all packed away, For his relatives to retrieve. Those who did not truly know him Are all welcome to their grief. But I, for one. will not bother To hold vigil for such a bore. A slob, a cad, a thief and dolt Are the kindest words I can form. I cannot tell a lie. It’s all so true, He was just as I have said. He pawned my sax, he stole my girl, From my wallet took all my cash. I hope he will be leaving soon. I’m so tired of his ways. I cleaned the blood he left behind, And now the rent is due. I’d hate to get a glimpse of him, But I think he’ll still avoid. He’ll stay on and I’ll go mad, He still owes me 50 bucks. Page 6
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