EVICTION

Alas!

My dearest invested money

Circulates vainly in the past

Presently

Mine scant earnings

Hath flowed most dutifully

Each stretching

Striving month

My bank account

Taking a big dent

For the Landlord’s rent

Payments for my humble abode

With the sometimes working commode

I hath received notice i shalt be

Evicted!

Restricted

To the barren frigid

Minacious streets

Nowadays still Wintery

Windy and cold

Investments in lessee NYC apartments

Whose eternal Boss = the Free Market

Can leave you sparse

Less capital

More credits to upkeep

Uphold

Tenant laws of which are scarce

Meekly fold

I ask of my friends

Please enlighten me

I find myself once again

On an ever more

Desperate search

For an affordable

Big Apple rented home

3 bedrooms for:

My wife and I

Plus 2 college-aged kids

2 hounds and a cat

Yet I can scant afford

A flat

Fit for a gnome

Whatever lever

I can discover

Shalt suffice

The rents in NYC!

Hath gone up!

Almost twice in price

Maybe this time

There shalt be space

To move around freely

No cockroach

Genus Rattus

Nor mice

To assail mine

Most beloved

Brood and me

Thoughts and prayers

Arrive soon

From the Holy See

Invite us to the path out of blight

For this hardworking man’s family

Proprietors nickname

The Peanut Gallery