What irritates you about the home you live in?

Being home is where I’m at
here I put my yoga mat,
set my bed and lay my hat
Make a rod for my own back.

Feeling home is where my heart is,
there my soul and spirit parties,
enjoys some food and feeds the cat.
Prays to love just where I’m sat.

If hope of home and joy I miss,
or anger at a midge’s kiss,
and fret about a background hiss.
Then sickness robs me of my bliss.

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