Our house won't stay clean
the tub is stained with iron
our porch has an uphill and downhill
and my vision will never be as good
as it was when I was twelve.
Entropy cannot be stopped, though,
some rich folks on the island
make an attempt
by purchasing titanium hips
and hiring lots of immigrants.
Some day, long after me I hope,
our house will fall down.
But at least
the place on my guitar
where my strumming arm rests
becomes more polished and shiny
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