Been feeling (and acting) a little selfish lately. After all, who’s more important than me?
Walls of comfort surround on every side.
One door for exit that locks from the inside.
Windows to look out but none you can look in.
A maid to keep everything neat as a pin.
Phone only rings when conversation is desired.
Knocks are only heard when company is required.
Meals and snacks are served at my whim.
No exercise required to keep myself slim.
A pet that adores me and doesn’t need to go out.
Someone to console me whenever I pout.
Pats on the back for accolades gained.
Never a relationship that’s broken or strained.
Wouldn’t life be boring if everything was perfect?
If only for a week, I think we’d all like to try it.
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