His words are plagues
That lance smooth habitation
Bringing a scourge upon tenancy
Broken panes and gully floors
Leaking roofs and slithery spaces
Have nothing with his interest
Someone has just been evicted
Who said the murky sanitary lane
Was a death zone for the noses
None will ever speak again
Wavering housing policies
Are the angels of insolvency
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