​ The Premises
The stench of rat urine
Got worst when it rained 

While the damp rotted wood

Creaked under the strain

This house wasn’t a home 

But a decrepit rodents nest

Which leaked in every room 

Through sockets it accessed

And when the rent was due

The tenant no longer cared

Since the landlady refused 

To ever maintain and repair

The siege of flying ants came

After a light drizzle late evenings

Lizards were permanent residents

Transpoosing from floor to ceilings 

Termites in the wooden structure 

Had feasted for many generations 

A mesh of faeces behind the paint

Was evidence of their dedication 

Now the neighbors waited to see

Which would finally give in first

Would the premises be vacated

Before the old house turned to dust
Ria 2017

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