We don't have any money
It isn't very nice
Our house is really scummy
And my brothers all have lice
My possesions are small
And often fall apart
Through our paper thin dry wall
You can hear the neighbours fart
Sometimes we get some dinner
Sometimes we get squat
My waist it getting thinner
But my appetite is not
The house is small and cold
And has an "interesting" smell
My parents are now getting old
I'd rather live in hell














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