I love how you are always there
I love how you are not made for a billionaire
I love how you have been my families’ for years
I love how you aren’t foreign as Algiers
I love how when I come I don’t want to go
I love how sometimes you smell like bread dough
I love how I know where everything is
I love how I act serious there when studying for a pop quiz
I love how I act there as silly as a clown
I love how you can always stand all the political shows on like Countdown
I dislike that you can’t keep yourself clean
I dislike all the unfixed problems, there are umpteen
I dislike that your paint is starting to chip
I dislike when you get a cold and water begins to drip
I dislike that I can’t paint you
I dislike that there is only one you, not two
I dislike that sometimes you are as cold as the North Pole
I dislike that you don’t keep track of the remote control
I dislike that sometimes you are as hot as the sun
I dislike that I wasn’t there when your life begun
I dislike that in a few years I will leave and you won’t be mine
Yet, I am still proud to have called you “MY HOME”