Over the winter I saw
a magazine cover that reminded
me of when I was a ghost
and lived in a deserted mansion over in Antarctica
I was the only one there
besides a penguin interested in buying the house
I told him I wasn't the owner and he would leave
but he would always be back the next day asking the same
question
Him and I became close friends
Even if the conversations we had
were always the same
I've lost contact with him recently
but the last time I heard from him
he sounded like he was doing good
I have no idea why I was drafted to Antarctica
It seems like there is nothing to scare over there
Maybe it was because I was such a bad ghost
I didn't do well in any of the classes,
I wanted to drop out but I decided not to
Though I wish I had
It really wasn't worth it
at all.
