Since my roommate declared war

Against me

Because I defend my right

To say what I want

On this blog,

And be spared self-righteous lectures,

I’ve been noticing

That I really don’t look good.

My eyes are swollen

My skin looks yellow

My hair is dull and graying.

We’re all going to die

But my body is giving up

Sooner than it should.

I can’t cook real food,

His dishes are all over,

Feeding roaches.

I can’t risk meeting him

In the living room.

I gave up on the bathroom too.

I just stay here,

Watching Game of Thrones.