When they say reclaim private property,
There are things I don't think they meant.
Whether it's your shirtless sister,
Laying down on your bed, drinking creme de mint.
As she casually walks in your room uninvited.
Or your narcissistic ex coming in,
And stealing all your laundry and your pantry,
When the rain is all coming in.
And your left with nothing but your rent.
What I at least think they mean,
Is to storm all the endless space,
Mostly just the space that's unused,
Not necessarily rip out your spleen.
So just chillax with all that,
It's not what your think,
Like all your dirty laundry leaving,
All out in a wink.