Boxed In By Your Rent
by Road
This we cannot have your psychopathic roomate told you
one weekend morning as he held a three-day delinquent
utility bill when all you wanted was a respite from
the smog and the bullshit and the homeless on every corner
and the boss and the charges charges charges to maintain your-
self in this little spot where you can eek out a living as a
drummer for a band that is fifteen months out-of-date.
It bothered your roommate greatly that he didn't get that
state grant allowing him to teach
Borneo bird calling to seventh graders in the Brooklyn
public schools, but they said good luck your idea has
merit but at this time our emphasis is on
inner city Sino-Irish human relations as monitored by the
New York Poverty Rights Think Tank; please reapply in fiscal '02
or '03.
You muttered fuck off and dove deeply into
the same lumpy pillow frequently used in that gaily colored
and memorable bedroom of your spoiled suburban youth.
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