Plea to my Landlord
My ceiling's a-clatter
They fill me with fright,
attacking
and thwacking
from morning to night.
She's mad as a hatter,
as ugly as sin.
She's all pride
and wall-eyed
and reeking of gin.
Her husband grows fatter.
He fills up my room.
He's inbred,
He's brain-dead:
a walking legume.
So please to brick-bat her,
and give him his shares.
***Inspect them.
****** Reject them.
******** Expel them.
************ To-hell them.
*************** Rebuke them.
******************Then nuke them.
The couple upstairs.
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