Where's Your House
I found a place they called it pride.
Where buried friendships they abide.
Across the street lives stubbornness.
In this house you’ll find no bliss
To my left, the house anger built.
The grass is brown, the flowers wilt.
In that green house there where envy grows.
There’s mighty strange things that comes and goes.
Jealousy lives just to my right.
They’re hardly seen except late at night.
Around the corner, you’ll find happiness.
In that house the family hug and kiss.
They’re garage they say is filled with joy.
I wonder if it’s just a ploy?
The house is painted white and trimmed with glee.
A welcome sign placed on the door, in letters bright for all to see.
Mrs. Goody- Two- Shoes is that her name?
Always with a smile, just what’s her game?
Mr. Hotsy- Totsy thinks he’s so cool.
Always trying to tell us about a golden rule.
I wished they’d move and do it quick.
Their yard is so nice it makes me sick.
I do not like them they’re just too nice.
Everything to them is just sugar and spice.
I wonder why they chose this neighborhood.
No one here likes them, they’re just too good.
Go back where you came just let us be.
I’m happy being unhappy, can’t you see?
I can feel sorry for myself if that’s what I choose.
So mind your own business I’ve got nothing to lose.
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