[Beautiful houses...]

Beautiful houses and
beautiful homes, we hate
when our days are in
someone else's hands.

To be a passenger is
a nauseating experience,
like finding the ones
we love in the bed

of another. And it makes
us weep, though we know
it's deserved. Vicious sons
of bitches get the chair

not an olive branch. I've
written this all before.
I'm sorry I'm not
sorry to repeat. It's my

bag, baby, and you best
eat it all up 'til your sunk
en cheeks pop full. Some
academics say the current

generation is too personal,
they don't consider
the whole. Well I think
it's true, 'cos who cares

about people nowadays?
Not I, says I, says I.