i take the freewy
to avoid cops and stoplights.
my job is one smoke and three
jawbreker songs away.
arrive with coffee staind breath
and a stack - unopened mail
that i add to the pile of paperwork
that is my desk.
these letters will never
see the light of day.
discover my responsibilities for the week,
then i sit in my room and
write these songs instead.
kida like right now - i've got better things to do.

then there's you - you are so well dressed
but you're so depressed
your life is sickening to me.
and have you ever had ideas original?

you've got a reference for all things.