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Bachelor Pad

A piece of paper fell off the desk
And landed under the chair,
That was two weeks ago and
I don't know why it is still there.
The television needs to be switched off
And I forgot to do it last night,
I woke up to the morning news
And realized it is sunshine alright.

No matter how hard I try
I always manage to spill the coffee,
And then wonder maybe it will help
If instead I start drinking some tea!
I have forgotten how to use the doorbell
Since there is no use for it here,
So when someone uses it so seldom
I say to my self, "That's the phone, dear."

I watch the sunshine and darkness at night
Change shades of the pizza box that sits,
Maybe I need to throw it out someday
So I can replace it with cheese sticks.
I spend time to make sure I always buy
Weekly items that will help me exist,
But the first few things I choose instead
Are somehow never on my shopping list.

Writing down notes at the back of
Some old American Express envelope,
And then I sit in front of my laptop
"I can find those notes now, I hope!"
Getting home at three in the morning
On early Saturdays is a routine now,
I just have to be a little careful since
Once I left the door unlocked somehow.

Oh! What paradise this is, my little den
Of happiness and grief that come and go,
As I write this poem to express myself
"I left the rice cooking too long! Oh no!"

With no offense to anyone, I like this living so.
Not all men are fools. Some are bachelors, you know. 

– Shashi Krishna
April 10, 2005

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