After all, the BofA paperwork didn't really change anything.
We could've been in a complex with real grass for the dog to poop on,
And a clubhouse to throw spectacular parties.
(and plenty of parking for the sparkling people who'd attend our spectacular parties)
No more HOA fees held over our heads:
remember when they told you the phonebook on the stoop was a public nuisance?
Maybe a bigger patio where we could sit sipping cocktails
while watching the sunset...
Instead, we're stuck in this financial disaster and the bad news
keeps on coming:
All our time and money wasted
for imminent foreclosure anyway.
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