Three hundred and fifty
every two weeks from each.
Three hundred and fifty on top
as a security deposit.
A summer crowded
in need of a plumber.
No place to park.
No space to even fart
without crushing the nostrils
of our front-door neighbors.
But hey, we sustained it
and we were late everyday
we laughed real hard
“On the way to Cape May”.
So why do you have to ruin it
by doing it.
I didn’t steal your pots
so why’d you steal my security deposit.
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