Dumping Many Buckets

A building done,
With no retraint...
Peels the paint.
And cracks the stairs.

And those staring in despair,
Are not there to tile the roof.
When all moved in...
Everything 'appeared'...
To glisten with gloss and be good as new.

Now they are inside,
Dumping out the buckets...
From a dripping done,
Through the roof.

Yes...
Now they're inside,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!

Nobody cares about repairs!
No one aware of repairs is prepared.

And those staring in despair,
Are not there to tile the roof.
When all moved in...
Everything 'appeared'...
To glisten with gloss and be good as new.

A building done,
With no retraint...
Peels the paint.
And cracks the stairs.

Nobody cares about repairs!
No one aware of repairs is prepared.

Now they're inside,
Dumping out the buckets...
From a dripping done,
Through the roof.

Yes...
Now they're inside,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!

Now they're inside,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!

And with a crying sigh,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!

No one has driven by,
Watching them dump buckets...
And pretending there's no leaking from their roof

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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