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/
