i live in filth. dishes months old,
a bathtub that doesn't drain and a
cat that kicks shit out of his box
and plays with it.
but i don't need to clean.
i call people all day long. i say
"accounts payable please. this is
eric. i'm calling regarding an open
i make a note.
chorus (50 times)
then i walk many blocks to my car
parked in the cheap lot. it too
filled with filth. not the parking
lot, my car. ok, the parking lot too.
i come home.
ramen or spaghetti.
i think about sex.
but i repeat myself.
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