Drudging, dreading, get out of bed.
Put on clothes and head for the street.
Snarling, nagging, your stuff is dead.
White phone ringing, the apartment’s beat.
Get off your ass and fix this lead.
Paperwork piled high on my desk.
Indulging tenants, chaos is here.
I walk through the valley of pests.
Catcalls, repairs, needs here and there.
Get off your ass and fix this mess.
Top of the building, looking out.
Taking in houses, life work’s dream.
Explosions erupt with rage, no doubt.
Prison awaits, news channels scheme.