The days are hot.
The nights are cold.
I hate this place I got.
This desert is making me old.
Ants are everywhere.
But the kidnapper & her fat son don't care.
The place reeks of ***** stench.
Filth, mold, dust, & cob webs with a broken fence.
I wish this dump would burn in flames.
The old hunch back crone & mama's boy is to blame.