The Room
In the room of anger,
I made dinner with the
Heat coming from my ears.
In the room of sadness,
Salty slippery sobbing tears
Dripped down from my face.
In the room of happiness
Furniture began to jump up and down
The carpets began to jiggle
Until I walked in then they suddenly stopped.
In the room of wealth,
Everything was diamonds
all as money nothing was wood.
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