The house bubble
On CN, see lake large
People, homes, everything is small
Even banks like TD, RBC, etcetera.
Bigger than fingertip is nothing.
As always, I have my fantasy, a dream
A bubble, humongous,
Everyone, everything is trapped
I, outside
I am God, make the rules, decisions
I fire and hire and demand
I buy house, register and file, defile.
Suddenly I get old, retired.
Bubble bursts.
Truth is:
I am same old homeless.
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