The House

Why can't they fix the roof that is leaking onto me How about the gutters full of holes for all to see My windows no one can see out of,I wish a real estate agent could find me new buyers When people ring my doorbell I cannot hear it because it doesn't work But when I complain they say I am being a jerk Robbers enjoy visiting me, the locks on the doors don't exist The family for some reason blames me when I am unable to resist The holes in the floors need fixing, something you better not ignore I am sure the day will come when somebody will fall through, shaking me to my core It would be nice if someone could take better care of me If I was to be fixed up I might last for eternity