The Real-Estate Game

The Real-Estate Game

A Poem by d. c. smith

With these two blue windows...

(How?) The world they see

And this thatched roof --- gold

For the water, quite steep

White-washed walls

Red spots from a fire

Abandon the halls!

Put a sign up for buyers!

A chimney rendered useless

A chimney proud and smokeless

The mansions could use this

The mansions could proudly smoke this

All wells run dry,

By said mansions to the north

No use worth a try,

When a house has run its course

So take out the gasoline

And help sprinkle it around

When all the mansions' owners

Come and burn me to the ground

© 2009 d. c. smith


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hey
so cool, I completely dig this
favorite lines : A chimney rendered useless
A chimney proud and smokeless
The mansions could use this
The mansions could proudly smoke this

I love that, it hits so perfectly, I had to say it outloud

Posted 14 Years Ago


I feel it. (it may have just made pocket status)


But who are the mansions? Don't tell me. I want to think about it.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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A Poem by d. c. smith