‘the dirt house’

come over to the dirt house
you know the way
i showed you
that day we

step inside the dirt house
with the grime and
the junk and
the rats and

nothing to fear in the dirt house
though it’s dark and
it’s damp it’s
quite safe not
too cramped

our secret place the dirt house
we can slip inside
unseen and do
as we please
all dirty

– the migraineur

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