Tenant

Squatting on doorsteps, following footsteps
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interestSo we crawl into corners, ignore any callers
And imagine our radiators clang for our neighborsWhen we crawl on all fours, upon the cushioned floor
Still they cling to the walls and knock on our doorsAnd the tendency for tenants is tenacityThe paint is cracked, and the paper peels
The plaster falls and a body reels softlyForty watt bulb swing from a light cloud
On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grownBut they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
They have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the wallsAnd the tendency for tenants is secrecy