The Tenants' Complaint

Our landlady has become so
immune to the impudence of our
constant bleating over discomfort
with atmospheric conditions
she imperiously exposes us to
as she flaunts her rights and
we bemoan our lack of same,
her heartless disregard for the
assumed covenant between
owner and dweller leaves us in
a suspense of living agony. 
Impervious to complaint, she
reigns supremely indifferent.
While the roof of the world leaks
constant typhoon after hurricane
and intemperate blasts of drowning
rainfall along with the freezing
passage of winter tinting our inner
landscape in a blur of blue-white
ice within which no tenants
should ever have to cope and
endure as we protest to no avail.