TENANCY ARRIVES
Tenancy arrives boring and trite, quaint
and expensive, worried of nothing at all.
The windows need washing, the paint is
a mess. I don't care and neither do you.
Evidently this is how the good-life once
was lived. Ballentine Ale on a window
ledge rotting and dried. The moment
that something crawls you know
it's too late. Out front, I think
the yard's a sinkhole now.
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We raise a toast, we lift a flag:
'Don't Tread On Me', or one
of those old bluster ones :
a sectioned snake, a raft
of firepower and glory.
Oh Hell, there's nothing
left to hide, really
nothing at all.
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