Through the Trees I See My House Down the Street
I moved into the trees down the street
foreclosure brought by greed and deceit
I'll just set up a tent
at least no more rent
your so called fixed interest rates you can eat
A couch made of a Buick's backseat
I will not except defeat
I'll claim this new land
made from twigs and moss grand
dine amongst natures creatures elite
Inspired By Andrea Dietrich
And Her Limerick "Future Prediction For The Home Buyers"
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2010
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