(Ref: St. Paul, Minnesota tenants)
There is something—not sure what—that provokes a person not to respect another’s property
I have found myself, time and again repairing what they’ve ruined, felt
no need to repair themselves
When confronted about how they’ve left the place, ill will befalls them to the point they get madder than a hornet
To please these folks, lighten their load, one has to be their godfather
and endure their insults
No need to look for them, they’re scattered throughout St. Paul, whites, blacks, Mexicans (just pay the bill, I tell them)
But when we talk, to set things straight, you know—man to man, or woman to woman (my wife gets involved)
I try to be as respectful as I can be, thinking, to each his own, we do not think alike, yet, respect is not received
And some folks complain no matter what, we end up in court, and the
Judge always has pity on the Tenant, of course
When I walk away, they say to one another, “He’s gone no need to worry, he can’t do a thing, the law is on our side!”
Right or wrong, they are right, especially in St. Paul, Minnesota, Judges take the laws and fart them away
Oh, they (the tenants) like to play this game, beat the landlord, make him give in, trying to get others to play it with them
In reality neither one of us needs have a defense, just mutual respect, but that is becoming unheard of (what the heck)
My houses will never get mad at them, they knew this—that is why they break everything, yet are not willing to fix
I had put a notion to get out of the landlord business a while ago, and now I have, thank god
Let the deadheads find their own homes to wreck, and hell with the judges that act like their lawyers
But there is something in people nowadays, nonetheless, that bothers me, but I’d rather not give offence (I’ll try not to)
Something that says it’s all right to show disrespect; undisciplined yes; deadheads, could be, whatever it is
They move in slyness it seems to me, hoping not to find someone like themselves for company
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