Every Day, I Want to Kill My Landlord

I waited for three hours in the summer for her to arrive

amidst emotional turmoil,

but nothing foreshadowed a disaster.

Yet there were some signs that made me think

things could go wrong.

Contract sent too late

amidst my packing without a purpose.

Until they could confirm my references,

I wasn’t sure everything was okay.

Days and nights dragged without a purpose

with only one goal in mind.

Get out, leave this circus

full of barking dogs, noisy cars, and shouting humans.

Only the landlord was nice.

The rest unworthy of mentioning.

The date was set, and so I went.

Packed all night, forgotten the state

I was in, without sleep, thoughts amiss .

Two men arrived, not a bliss.

Made friends with them, took me on a ride.

When we arrived, no landlord in sight,

faced with three hours of waiting,

without food, toilet, or a friend.

My men learned to hate me.

They communicated in their language

during the ride

and supported each other

in their thinking.

When the landlady finally arrived,

she acted like a queen bee .

She entered the flat on her own first

to video it.

Why didn't she do it earlier?

Plenty of time for that.

Directed my guys to different places.

Sign the contract and pay.

Got everything done in one day.

I have been waiting for two weeks for this change.

She could have done it earlier,

but was a narc

and opened a can of worms

that bothers me so since then.

She showed me humanity over the phone only.

Listened intently and then discharged .

I know this behaviour like the back of my hand.

“I listened to you, and now I’m not.”

What kind of joke is this? I don’t know.

And that’s the story about how I,

while escaping from narcissistic hands ,

ended up in a narcissistic flat.

Thank god that she’s not here,

I could kill her with just one look

at this unskilled woman who doesn’t know

that deliveries have to be answered at one door

and the other one is for mail.

I’m asking myself, “Is it her house or mine?”

Don’t want to deal with her again.

She’s able to swallow me whole and spit out without regret.

Brought her daughter and a helper man

on that day without a shame.

And now I feel ashamed for her.

People like her shouldn’t be in charge of our lives.

If I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered.

The only reason was this abode:

cheap, empty, pretty, free,

but full of bugs that I had to kill

during the first month.

They built the estate in the cleared forest.

I wish I could turn into an insect,

then I wouldn't mind being here.

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