At my Aunt
Oh, It's the good life again
You sleep
You eat
Than rest again
She ask you for your needs
Every second
Cooking everything you like
Buying everything you show interest in
Making comments
And than changing her mind
To be in the same stand like you
She even insist of carrying
Everything around
While outside.
You eat
You sleep
Than rest again
I just remembered
Oh, how much I hate
The good life.
**poetry from barista boy (on location in israel)
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