One more poem

There are a couple of campers and RVs on the WalMart lot here, and I got to thinking about what brought them there. Came home and wrote this poem. My friend says it's "dark and creepy". Yeah,so?

Camper Poem

We’re livin’ in a camper on the WalMart parking lot.
He said “It’s temporary”, but I just found out it’s not.

I can’t do the laundry and the kids can’t go outside.
The curtains have to stay pulled down, and all because he lied.

The cars all drive around us, and I see the drivers stare.
They’re wonderin’ if we’re in here, I’m wonderin’ if they care.

We can’t afford a house to rent, but he can buy his beer.
If I had another place to go, I’d sure get outta here.

So I’ll just bide my time, and then I’ll turn the propane on.
By the time the shoppers hear the boom, we will be long gone.