My room
My haven
My block of peace
In a hectic world
My room
My own personal disaster area
Of piled clothing and blaring music-
A comfortable chaos
My room
My harbor of fantasies
“Gee whiz, Ace, what kinda room is this?”
asked Ace’s detective’s sidekick
“I don’t know,” Ace replied, “but I like it.”
My room
My ongoing rationalization
Joe’s brain: Joe’s room is messy
Joe: What’s new?
My room
My responsibility
The subject of many
“Go clean your’s”
My room
My prison
The subject of many
“Go to your’s”
My room
My cubicle of terror
harborer of nightmares
sinister when dark
shelter of my angst
My room
My haven
My organized chaos
My responsibility
My harbor of fantasy
My prison
My terror
My block of peace
in a hectic world
