The Slumlord

When it's time of the month to pay my rent My landlord comes to my house all hellbent, He's there to collect every red cent Even before a dime of it by me can ever be spent. But, when I need him to fix my door or my air Or to repair the rug that has a tear, Or to remove from my house his old broken chair He's never ever there. If I'm not there when he knocks on my door at the rental He then goes and gets very mental, Never is he kind or courteous or gentle Then in a huff he drives away in his Continental. Many other tenants rents houses that he owns And on many of those houses he still has loans, They are on different streets and in different zones And many of the renters like me also have rental moans. By none of the renters is my landlord adored His rent many of us can just barely afford, Someday I know without doubt that he will get his just reward But, until then, he's just a slumlord. Randy L. McClave