I do not want to fight about it
That's why I chose to write about it
There's something quite not right about it
My ceiling has a flaw
It has a lot of cracks in it
My living room, can't relax in it
Can't even play my sax in it
My ceiling has a flaw
It's not very appealing
To have a flaw on your ceiling
My mind, it is reeling
With this problem, I can't be dealing
Used to have friends in my living room
Now it's quiet as a tomb
I certainly can understand it
Nobody wants to stand under it
I think somebody blundered it
It's something I've often wondered
When I informed my landlord of it
Told me to check with the tenant above it
The tenant, they told me to shove it
Can't take it any more
I'm shaken to the core
My ceiling has a flaw