It's very frustrating because fifteen people live in my house.
Six of them are my relatives and the rest are relatives of my spouse.
We're packed in like sardines and I can't even breathe.
I've tried and tried but I can't get the freeloaders to leave.
They eat all of my food and I've never been reimbursed.
My wife wants me to leave but I was here first.
My brother-in-law got my sister pregnant and she's going to have twins.
I want somebody to shoot me to get me out of this mess that I'm in.

(This is a fictional poem)
 
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