182 – Roof Holes

Poem number 182
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Roof Holes
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The roof leaks, the floor is wet
The walls are damp as they can get
The window panes are thick with grime
The kitchen sink is lined with slime
But what the hell, it’s cheap as chips
I’ll kiss the landlord on the lips
For times are hard, and rents are high
I’ll never save the cash to buy
A roof’s a roof, I must be meek
A roof’s a roof, ignore the leak.

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