I bought a house 

Because they said you should

It was medium-sized 

All in all, quite good. 

The first year we were there 

The septic tank went

Some men came with a truck 

It was money well spent


Because the shit piles up 

If you don’t take care

All those Sisyphean tasks

Become hard to bare


Bins out on Thursday

Recycling every other week

Sweep, clean and wash stuff

Try to keep things neat


The wife’s better at surfaces 

But she’s as messy as a pup

I put things away 

But I can’t be arsed to cook

We live here with our daughter 

She’s not four feet tall 

Six years-old

The lodestone of it all


I can’t say it suits me

The home owner tag

But it’s probably better than renting

Which was also a drag


I once met a hermit

He had a hut by a mine

He drank like a fish

And existed out of time


I couldn’t wait to get away

His home was filled with ghosts

My home is filled with plastic toys

And clothes, and broken phones


I sort of think I love it though

While I kid myself I don’t

I just never thought I’d ever 

Get to be fully grown.