Silly Lines Before Bed

A choral score of flushing pipes;

Yo ho, apartment life for me!

Four locks, a ticking clock, two spoons,

A second-floor calamity.
Since 1983, the walls

have not been scrubbed, or windows shined.

The stove is black with ancient stew.

The doorframes are all misaligned.
(When they took the Iron Curtain 

down for washing - Хорошо! But hell,

I wish they'd taken mine as well.)