Otto

A Poem forgotten and found in an older notebook.

STOP

I half shout up the stairs

over and over again

to the Old Man upstairs

who will hear the door

or hear a car

or hear nothing at all

SHUT THE FUCK UP just as often

Twelve years now of this

I love him

Saying it is a way to say how

Its ok that he drives me fucking crazy with his insecurities

They say pets are mirrors of their owners

I don't care for mirrors