THE LANDLORD THAT LIVES IN THE BASEMENT

Being a land lord can make anyone turn old and gray. I've been a landlord for just a few years and I think I've aged twenty-five years or more. I've got to be God the Judge and the jury; I've got to be the father grandfather the bishop the pastor and the priest. I've got bottoms to wipe teardrops to blot fights to referee the whole life of a landlord is a menagerie. When the lives of all my renters have been mended my days not through it's just begun. Now I have the holes in the walls to repair doors to fix toilets phones and TV's too. Hold on that's not it yet I still have the lawns to mow trees to prune fences to repair and last but not least weeds to pull. Now after all this I'm dam lucky if I can collect the rent.