Apartment Hunting: A Poem

On Saturday we went and looked at an apartment. It was nice, but it was a little higher-priced than we had thought, and it's location wasn't too convenient. There were some more that we wanted to look at but our schedules and the schedules of the land-lords didn't match up, so this morning, armed with a camera, Jeffrey went and looked at two of them without me. He sent me the following in a text message. I read it, and my first thought was "That sounds sort of like a poem" so here you go.

Second Apartment We Looked At - by Jeffrey
Schizo landlady, leaking ceiling
Warped Floors, cat-piss smell
Shit smeared Bathroom
Holes in walls
Like a bad movie.


My second thought, after I got over the poeticness was "Ew, no thanks."