I wrote this a couple of nights ago as I sat alone in the corner of my kitchen in the dark while listening to music.
Paranoid Kitchen
I’m sitting in my kitchen
In the dark playing a song
Walls five feet wide and three yards long
The solitude keeps me thinking
About the tunes of the blues
Men singing ’bout love and nothing to lose
Now that’s staying true to you
While you don’t got much to do
Too bad I ain’t really alone
I hear a grunting moan
Coming from behind the juice pitcher
Blowing away the picture
On the refrigerator
It’s not that I’m an instigator,
But I reckon the presence of an unwanted being
Soon I’ll be forced to pay the piper for seeing
The wonders of selling grace
In exchange for a better place
Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
March 17, 2013
