There’s a zoo in the basement
Where the will is divided
Into several cages some
Luxuriously furnished
To maintain sufficient
Levels of distraction from
The disdainful thoughts
Living upstairs period pieces
Tastefully combined with
Modern paintings and things
Carefully passed down I try
To open a window on envy
But there are none down here
Sooner or later the will
Will have to be invited up
Acknowledged as the secret heir
And the heart’s true son
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