Have you ever been house hunting?
It feels much like hydrocephalus without any shunting
You’ve got the headache, the confusion and you hope for the memory loss
As you poke round stranger’s rooms, you smell the smegma and lol, is that moss?
Oh wait! It’s that classic teenage boy scent, on a man who’s well past his adolescence.
The agent tells you its charming, although the pictures don’t quite correlate
Never has an agent been more inadvertently right, the pictures are essentially bait.
They say pictures are worth 1000 words,
I say pictures hide 1000 turds
They hide the mould, the clutter, and the fact that your neighbour is probably a nutter.
But still we soldier on, undeterred
Because we need a place to rest our heads, from 2nd year into 3rd.