A house

A house.

The place is the real cause
Of many an inhuman abuse;

Of harsh words that accuse,
And of people who tend to misuse.

It does one’s interest, arouse,
It can amuse and also confuse,

It is the palace of liberal excuse,
Which the people can’t refuse.

It is the place the people pause
or refuse to leave just because,

It is where they can deeply muse
Or if so inclined let thoughts fuse.

It is where love is let to diffuse,
It is where seriousness can defuse,

It is where affection spreads profuse
It is where each other tend to enthuse.