I need to replace the rotting boards
on the front porch,
but I probably won't.
I should fix the sagging siding
as well,
but why bother?
Most of these walls need a coat
of new paint,
but it's never going to happen.
Not to mention under the house,
pipes and insulation,
that's way out of my league.
I can take for granted that
this place will stay crappy
and continue to decline
without any help from me.
There's a comfort in that,
oddly enough.
Everything ages, falls apart
in time.
Speaking of which,
my birthday
is coming up
again.