Now Dining under this rustic chandelier,
Having once lived in a five foot hobbit hole,
Up on star hill by chickenyard park,
And up the street from the bird man murder house,
Now we switch on the chandelier,
The glow reminds me of the burning of the gastineau apartments,
Then the flood as the firefighter battled the blaze,
Like that hobbit hole is drowning in spring flood,
Sump pumps ignorant,
This submarine taking in water and no land lord to be found,
He’s riding at his horse ranch in Central America,
He didn’t have a chandelier in his tree house left vacant,
Remember he’s not gay but would double up on with a friend on a attractive women,