BLOWING SNOW, AND KIN IN THE TIN

The snow piled up on top of the roof, and the whole darn roof came caving in,

It made a horrible, terrifying noise, because the roof was made of tin,

We got more wind blow,

And, in blew more snow

The family is not doing  bad, but we're still missing a couple of kin.

SAFE, AFFORDABLE HOUSING WITH MA AND BERT

I build myself a small, livable yurt,

Along comes a wind, I sleep on just dirt,

My yurt blows far away,

It sinks out in the bay,

I move home with mom, and stepdad named, Bert.

THE NO HOME CODE

As I turned my old pickup down my home-sweet-home road,

Noticed a contractor was tearing down my abode,

I phone called a cop,

Said please make them stop,

He said no, because I violated building code.

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.