In younger days the attic was the super lair
where the hero took his deserved repose
after defeating all kinds of malevolent foes.
But death was his most formidable adversary
a kryptonite crippling our protagonist
and when fight turned to flight from adversity
this plight gave rise to the antagonist.
The villain Houdini an expert escapist
wasted away his humble abode
to such a loathsome state of disorder
the bank had no choice but foreclose.
Vacant of true life, it sat on its lot
established a reputation as a squat
the lair of the heir began to rot
in its despondency and stagnation.
The once secure majestic attic
now littered with remnants of despair
stained mattresses, candles, spoons,
empty bottles, and balloons everywhere.
Some ravenously stripped of all of their contents
some with consensual ten dollar deposits
but is consent truly an issue in this
lifestyle of degraded oppression?
Houdini for now reigns supreme in the attic
while the hero in shackles alone in abasement
suddenly reawakens his true heart of a poet