My Roommate

She's silent, stares like stormy weather

She fights the sun and brings the gloom,

This ragged, dark thing in my room

Even now she lies in rage

Her back turned, staring at a page

Tormented, she will not converse

Except to utter some foul curse

She makes the place dark like a tomb,

This awful wretch who's in my room

She's filthy, desolate, and mean

She's tired, gangly and unclean

She is unfriendly to the core

Thinks bathing is an awful chore

An acrid stench is her perfume

This cold, grim thing inside my room

She hates the summer, smiles, and candy

She lives on rats and cheap, sour brandy

She boils over, rants and rages

Hating life inside these cages

The dark thoughts I cannot assume

Of the bitter cellmate in my room