If They Define The Issue They Will Always Win The Argument

The low down my landlady has on me
Would bring a low life alive, and it does.
My endless paper reading stacks up. She
Sifts through my trash to find out what I was

Last week. She has a passkey to my mind
And does not hesitate to use it when
Her geriatric legs will pain to find
Three fights up, in my room, a better life than

She can understand in just one visit;
So she comes again, creaking up the stairs,
Or lifts the lid, finds a letter, and wonders if
It will put the puzzle into place. Where

I live, I lease from her; but I will be
Always different than what she thinks of me.