Living For Free In A Tiny Dump

Moss growing on my doors,

Mushrooms growing from my floors,

Methinks my shack has had enough,

The leaky roof has ruined my stuff,

Still, my squat is free and beer sells next door.

A CHEAP PLACE FOR A SQUAT AND FREE MEAL

I live in a tiny tin shack on top of a hill,

I am just squatting atop a chemical landfill,

The ground is quite runny,

And  it smells really funny,

There's a big choice of fresh meat, I didn't pay for or kill.

FELT BAD, FELT BETTER, FELT WORSE

My rent had fallen into arrears,

My landlord chastised me into tears,

I drank a cold pop,

And played some hip-hop,

Then got evicted, and thrown out on my ears.