section eight

the renters have
gone wild and destroyed
the house. sketchy
people come and go
at all hours
of the night. screams
are heard,
police sirens.
they don't care
about the security
deposit. they don't care
about the leaks,
the fire,
broken locks or
windows. the peeling
paint means nothing,
as does the broken
steps,
the rotted boards.
the dogs have
eaten the carpet.
we're renters
they say spinning
around the room with
a beer
and baby in hand,
singing to the loud
radio.
we're moving on.