A scary small studio's solemnity
is something that's all too familiar to me.
Ponderously placed pictures, pots, panties and pumps?
The maintenance cycle here goes through too many slumps.
Being bombarded by a barrage of belongings
seems my fate though not befit my longings.
Perhaps I should call this gal to help me?
She's got 90 square feet. I've got 250.
