A poem of current state: this house is toxic

Last Saturday, I felt inspired.

Mold in the bathroom
Assortment of bugs
Very stinky smell permeating the room
And termite looking shit eggs fallin from the roof

Alanna has had enough too
She can´t take the horking in the bathroom
Cold morning showers, dysfunctional fridge
And constant leaks throughout the living room

We are moving out, the revolution has begun!
Mr. X doesn`t care about keeping
the place clean and functional
Thinks we`re exagerrating
Canadian princesses not being rational

November is our month
To have a fabulous apartment
With telephone and good ventilation
And a big house warming celebration!