Living With Roommates

Living With Roommates.

Now, I am not dissing anyone who has a roommate, I just feel like I am living with little kids.

So, to each his own, it can be a blessing and a curse.

One day, there are a lot of people like a premier movie viewing and other days, its a desert.

Then, it feels like I am taking of barn animals.

Literal barn animals and it makes you think, “did someone really raise you this way?”

Although, I love these guys like they’re my sons.

Its never easy being the most attractive roommate, now, let me stop, I sound like a narcissist.

That’s what its like Living with Roommates.

Besides, roommates make life entertaining at times. Almost feels like I am at a circus.

No one trick pony’s over here.

Living With Roommates

While, they’re my people, I don’t see them at times.

It’s like putting my son’s out in the real world.

Let’s hope they take their backpack and Dora map with them, if you know what I mean.

Even though, they will always be my son’s, I will always have love for each and everyone of them. Except, the one that’s in a relationship. I might never see him ever again.

So, roommates aren’t too bad I’d say.

Yet, they still act like we live in a barnyard.

Seeing trash and dirt everywhere, yet, nobody wants to do anything about the situation.

Now, its a team effort at times but, its a group effort.

Guaranteed its always having people around but, space is needed.

Then, it seems like you’re on the FBI’s most wanted if you’re gone for too long.

But who’s business is that?

Nobody’s but yours. Now, if they harass you like a cop about it, you better not answer. But, if you do, good luck amigo.