He sits behind a desk
A greedy man without a face
Collecting check after check
For each tiny, decrepit place
He seeks tenants with deep pockets
New York real estate isn’t cheap
People take everything they own and hawk it
For a sliver of space to sleep
Those crying pipes and faucets
Will never cease to drip
On moldy walls he’ll slap some paint
A Band-Aid is his tool kit
Repairs and renovations
Not things he cares about
Even vermin and dilapidation
Rarely provoke tenant walkouts
Play checkers with loose tiles
Hide ‘n’ seek with nocturnal pests
What’s wrong with this equation?
All these non-rent paying guests!
But he’ll never budge a bit on rent
Because of these infractions
You’ll have to learn to suck it up
When it comes to slumlord inaction
He sits behind a desk
A greedy man without a face
If a nice home is where you want to rest
I suggest you move posthaste!
~kfu
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