Man in the state of nature: suck.
Less than charmed, the neighbors painted over your verse. Maybe go with Pound next time. If you’re intent on that rhyming conceit, I suggest Gerard Manley Hopkins—surely you know that everyone’s crazy for Victoriana these days.
Pretend the inhabitants of the city not unlike your first housemates in San Francisco, the ones who used to eat all your food because the stuff was just going to go bad, and hey, that risotto you made last night didn’t have your name on it.
This is probably a good idea, as this comes on the heels of a note that read “if you took our windows, the paint was still drying. And we’d like them back.”
I’m just guessing from the mold that this must’ve been the least fun bath toy ever.