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A parody poem about my home's sale. |
Wrote this parody poem right at the time I had dropped my home's sale price by more than half. It was an act of desperation that hind sight deemed brilliant. I've since dubbed the house “Unlucky Wisdom”. It truly was a case of being owned by my possession. I Heard Baal made a double chord That Nudge played and it pleased the lord You don't care that much for music do ya? It goes like this you searched you mist Radio channel composing House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya You heard right you need no proof Look straight ahead be aloof The words in the music overthrew ya You're tied up in a kitchen chair They'll crush your spirit and show you bare Your damn lips will utter House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya Baal and Nudge have played before They've done this groom they kept the score You know, I had roommates before I knew ya And I've seen your flag on Big Y's arch My home sale is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya I remember the time you let me know What really happens in Hell below You still like to show that to me do ya Remember when I drove straight thru When prince sang and doves cried too And every license plate said House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya 'll never impress God above Seems all I learned from Nudge Was how to escape someone who outdrew ya It's my house you'll buy tonight It's not wrong the price is right It's a cold and it's a broken House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya House'ill'do'ya |