Flat Hunting on the city streets
A month or two
Spent scouring city streets
Looking for a place to sleep,
A place to cook and eat,
Somewhere I call home,
Seen a million and one
Flats for one or two
Price flash before my eyes
A swirling mass
Of Picket boards
Signs proclaiming
Here sleeps two
For the very reasonable price
Of your first born
And a field of corn,
It's a jungle out there
Filled with hunters
Stalking that elusive beast
The one that grants you
Food and board,
Utilities included,
Even seen a Harrods sale?
Men and women on the prowl
Seems just like that
When you find such a place,
The fighting and sroungin,
Bargening everything you own
In onw last desperate bid.
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