End of this poem

End of this thing that we call home,
and how much value do we put into it,
and how much it is really worth,
I will never know,
and am I sad to leave, not really, no,
and about bricks and mortar,
and a roof over your head,
aesthetically I do not give a damn,
and over the odds will be paid by everyone,
so, it does not matter,
and worrying about it is not a part of my plan.
So, I will go and find another place,
and probably I will complain about the price,
for monetary value, what is it in reality?
Because for a house now we pay far too much,
when building a house used to be free,
and what a shame it is,
that there are so many homeless people,
when the Earth is their home,
and everyone should have a home,
and everyone should have a roof over their head,
and be able to rest easy in their beds,
and be able to be warm and happy, b
because life these days is not as it should be,
and people struggle all their lives,
and waste decades paying off such a necessity,
and in my opinion to it all,
really, a house should be totally free.

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