Mr Erwin will come late in the
And prime the wall to our bedsitter
The front wall
Where black mold had started
To infest itself in a niche above
The entrance door
In spite of Mrs B’s efforts to
Ventilate the room most of
The day when traffic is lower
But the lack of cross-ventilation
Made the mold thrive and thereby
Endanger our health.
The landlord expressed indifference
Surely he stated having painted
The flat at handover
Indeed! Cheap builder’s paint
In a high humidity climate
That has not been our preferred
Choice of home
But by default
Due to ignorance and greed.
Erwin the handyman in this enclave
Of four occupied flats of five.
He knows the hopeless situation
Where tenants are merely cash cows
And humanity has been left
Bleeding on Main Street
Run over by an endless chain of
And private vehicles.