Depraved Of My Own Abode

I have worked diligently to earn my portion,
So this stolen priviledge loss never came to notion,
Did I not supply the rafters that protects us from rain and wind,
Did I not aquire the columns and everything within,
Why then do you have an unction to deprive me of my own bounty,
This injustice is not fair and utterly confounds me,
Yet you, yes you, who lives free of charge within this dormocile,
Keep me at its edges like a river's crocodile.
I am appauled by the gaul that you have mustered,
To feel you have some special right to usher,
Me from that which I provide,
Yet, if you think you have won, wait until this disagreement subsides......