TIS NOT WHAT YOU THINK?

 "TIS NOT WHAT YOU THINK?"

BY SHEB SCHEBELLA

Tis not the questions in my head that I or others have placed there that I fear to answer. Tis not the words around me that I choose to not listen to because they are not wisely formulated. Tis not the rush of the winter's icy wind when I open the front door that keeps me inside. Tis not the beautiful music that rains down upon me that puts a gentle smile upon my face. Tis not little puppy in in the room chasing a prism of light around the floor that keeps me still. Tis not my believe system in God that keeps me honest when no one is looking. Tis not the spot on the wall where I focus when I ponder on pontification. Tis not the uncut watermelon sitting on the breakfast nook in January that makes me wonder odd. Tis not wine in my cellar that heals my ills. Tis not the metal taste in my mouth that keeps me in the woods when I choose to go out. Tis not rainbows that make me think of a place such as heaven.  Tis not the spider in the kitchen sink that keeps me from doing dishes. I will tell you now though what it is that has me a little ticked off as I sit here at the breakfast nook looking into a bowl of dry cereal, and that is; what kind of lazy son of bitch puts an empty jug of milk back in the fridge? Well I don't know but, I am not moving until they walk back through my front door and when they do there's going to be all kinds of fucking furniture moving around this place...