Yank in Sand

Fouls my couch and fouls my chair,
I’d trade my Kingdom for some clean air,

Damn Dust!
Always filthy is my car,
In the summer one can’t see far,
I know I can’t win this war,
I just want to hole-up in a bar,

Damn Dust!
Covers my clothes and covers my floor,
Intrusive clouds when I crack my door,
Open the windows, in comes more,
Disses me off to the core,

Damn Dust!
Makes me have to clean each day,
And I just ain’t made that way,
All my efforts to do what may,
Is never enough to keep it at bay,

Damn Dust!
Between my teeth I feel the grit,
Pardon me if I need to spit,
More of this and I’ll have a fit,
I just had to pick this nit.

– Randy Parker
Randy has been a resident of Abu Dhabi since August, 2008 and works in the travel industry. He has a blog at: http://expatuae.blogspot.com/

 

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