MY NEW HOME
My house is leaking; doors and walls are pale
With faded paint. The floor is full of stains
I asked the owner, "Mend the problems pal
I can't live here in this dirty dungeon
He snubbed me cool, "It's all at your expense
You do yourself or just vacate at once
I cobbled here and there and daubed some paint
Yet looks the old abode stupid and faint
Elapsed years this way and my relic
Is crumbling now beyond any repair
It's time I look for some new hiding niche
In my locale here or someplace somewhere
Ready I'm now to move to my new home
A kind and beautiful mother's snug womb
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