blouse life

The world seems alien

rather than homelike

think of what home’s like

nomad, no home type

home husband, fashioned as house wife

living that blouse life, 

town life

it’s all going down life

brown life, white life

nothing truly matters 

when you’re bound by the right life

no left-leaning eyesight

look at me and shatter

with the labor and the law

I was hiding from the hindsight

I’m still watching “price is right"