A room damp in darkness

The shade lacking in shine

These walls are fueled by blankness

My landlord lacks a spine

 

Your anatomy is drunk

It slumps and rumps

It smells of an old cars trunk

And sleeps on a mattress with bumps

 

I don't want to pay for rent

But the idea of no home seems lacking

Maybe you can pay my rent

And I can sit around, slacking