staring and laughing at me
a burglar in my house you are
one that walks around at night crawling and climbing
So easy you walk all over me
as I lose all my clothes and dignity
a stripping pole in my house you are
one that requires no hard work in trying hard
I see you running off
jumping with joy and happiness
a clown in my house you are
one that loves practical jokes to scare
I see you sitting there like you did before
staring and laughing at me
a messy thing in my house you are
one that spins a highway across the bar
I have had enough I decide
with can in hand smiling
no longer in my house you will be
one that will be gone for good
Oh darn...I see you are not dead
furious and angry you are jumping
the boss of the house you are I admit
one that must rather not be faced in war
Cleverly written! I also hate when I make one angry and I feel like the target.
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