Get Your Premium Membership

Old House Blues

bats in the attic spiders on the floor nobody stops to see me no more bugs in the kitchen termites in the wall wont be long till the old house fall radon no worry pollution no care wind blows through cleans out the air possum on the ground raccoon in the tree their all in the house sleeping with me gas line broke it won't be long till the end of the house end of the song

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 12/9/2021 11:49:00 AM
I enjoyed your lyric immensely, James. Sounded like places I've lived, especially in my younger days!
Login to Reply