This Property Condemned

                                  Involuted ~ Philip Brent Harris


It was the third house on a far block
Framed-up on a little dead-end street
We thought it was ours, but no lock
Just being built and almost complete

Still, we went and talked to the owner
Who allowed that he’d built it for us
Refusal would have been such a boner
We said we thought it would be plush

We thought it all right, you understand
We’d make a change or two, of course
It’d be ours, not as the owner planned
So we lied without one bit of remorse

The house would be completed soon
It took just a week, if we’re being exact
We moved in, on a weekday, at noon
For the moment, we decided to relax

Furnished in styles, broad and ranging
With automatic lighting, day and night
And with just a little bit of rearranging
It might almost begin to look all right

None of our plans were all that major
Though some may call them tasteless
We’d heed no advice from a neighbor
Of course, we were sure we knew best

We dismantled some of the furnishing
Then put it back together to our liking
With poor copies, we invented c’ching
Were told to think them quite striking

Told that we could have and own them
Which we believed was what we needed
With a show of destruction for mammon
All of our mock timidity soon receded

We then changed so many more things
Though we were far from being satisfied
Short of any scheme that fat profit brings
Was there anything that we had not tried

We decided what we needed was help
So we started having a lot of children
And fought and killed them, our whelp
While some of them took over buildin’

Well, it seems we’ve run into problems
Since the upstairs bathroom has clogged
Now, it has turned into us against thems
They’re screaming, we must be flogged

Perhaps, we will call the plumber soon
Get the owner or someone else to do it
We need to call more important tunes
Stop saying we had a chance and blew it

You could not have managed any better
I mean, we had quite a limited education
It’s not our fault; you can’t lock that fetter
It happened when we’d gone on vacation

We tried our best, you must agree we did
Now, there’s simply no sense getting terse
It didn’t help when the owner sent his kid
Since then, everything’s just gotten worse

You can go to implore the owner yourself
He disappeared shortly after we moved in

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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