The Asshole in the Attic

THE ASSHOLE IN THE ATTIC
 

The front door's slightly open,
The jam lid's somewhat loose,
A card deck meant for solitaire
Is lacking one red deuce.
 

The books are out of order,
The TV's stuck on static,
And all because we can't reign in
The asshole in the attic.
 

There's cobwebs in the corner,
It's moldy in the loo,
The dust is more than one inch thick,
The bath contains a shoe.
 

A kind of gloom pervades the house,
Dishes fill the sink.
An opened jar of mayonnaise,
Has just begun to stink.
 

An old electric blanket
Is set to automatic.
Burned and tattered sheets because
The asshole in the attic.
 

The hall clock's set an hour behind.
The gears have started slipping.
All the phones are off the hook.
The kitchen faucet's dripping.
 

The goldfish floats upon its back,
The algae's green and thick.
The finch has chirped its final tune.
The cat is looking sick.
 

The garden's overgrown with weeds.
The front yard needs a mowing.
Fertilizer bags have burst.
The hose is on and flowing.
 

Everything's in ruins here
The damage systematic
And since we're passing blame, it's all
The asshole in the attic.
 

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