I Am Not A Visitor, I Am The Owner

Sat in the corner of my abode

but in this house I’m not alone

his snickers fill the empty hall

in hopes of making me his thrall

his lustful eyes entrap my gaze

in hopes of earning him my praise

he brought me here from by the street

but all along I’ve sensed the scheme

he sends me mice he thinks as gifts

he thinks my love’s within his mits

but with this house he cannot leave

he’s cursed to stay a ghost he’ll be

he was man that did some wrong

and this, his punishment, holds strong,

but he is kind atleast to me,

and in this world that’s hard to see,

so here I stay by ghostly flirtation

as I am the winner in this situation.