I used to keep my housing posts short
Or play around with style
Now I ramble on and on
I bore me with my bile
It's because I'm not "in it" now
Not like I was last year
I see it but I can't ignore it
Don't you ever feel the fear?
To lose your home is horror
You can lose yourself I find
We need the bricks that shelter
Home within to ease our mind
is a criminal act
executed by a self serving government.
Criminal not in State Law perhaps
but certainly that of the Land
Now don't mind me while I go off and have an existential breakdown.