they raise the rent on
your mother.
bump up
the fee another three
hundred large.
she's getting out
of control, they say.
walking and walking
all day and night
long.
she's got the energy
of a baby
squirrel.
darting from window
to door,
throughout the house,
entering
and leaving each room.
yesterday she picked up
a knife
in the kitchen.
we need more
help to keep an eye
on her.
three hundred a month
should take care
of it.
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