you know where we come from
the house disjointed and quaint
i'd say beautiful but what isn't?
i don't resent it maybe they do
you can find me there on any given day
or sometimes far away
but i always come back
the floorboards are soaked in it
the air makes you gasp
remember what you want
so you can tell your children about it and they will laugh at your childish dreams
it is supported by slinky stilts
the poor and misrepresented foundation
dating back to the beginning of the honest lie
when y'all have left for a while, i'll come back to reclaim
but only after it has a suitable dust coat
some day I will own the slaughter house
and continue its meager traditions!
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