They’re building a new building across from here
Where there used to be an old building
It was perfectly fine
But it was old
And it was big, but not super-big
So they knocked it down
But they kept the front wall
As if to fool people into thinking it was the same building
Even though it’s ten times as large
It’s like killing your unwanted spouse
Then removing her face and putting it on your mistress
So that when your friends come by for dinner parties
They don’t notice a thing
Sure, she’s taller and has bigger boobs
But she’s still got the same face, doesn’t she?
No. It just doesn’t work
But, then again
It seemed like a good idea at the time
The title is so hilarious! It has nothing to do with the poem! Unless the new building is a barber shop.