No one comes to see me
In the basement, comes to know
What is up in attics
But a screwy lightbulb's glow

Which more than one it took to change  
My empty canvas walls
From her Mona Lisa smile
Into Jackson Pollack halls

Having food fights with myself
And cleaning plates of thought
Yet leaving ***** dishes of
The hungry nights they brought

To an appetite for more
Than the kitchens we confine
Each microwaving minute
To the tombs in which we dine

Though silverware is sterling
And gold the chandelier
The finest china only made
My family disappear

Leaving me to parlor tricks
To stoke my fire places
And locked inside the study
Of my most unwelcome spaces

Where I learned of outside worlds
Far beyond my private property
And wrote of how to share them
In a game of life monopoly

Then took a **** on status quo
And flushed away the norm  
And shaved with cold steel sharpened on
The water's never warm

For in this house-divided
I'm a one-man civil war
Armed with rebel causes
For a union to restore

So my doors and windows are
Always open for my guests
But underneath the floorboard's
Where I take all your requests