OCCUPATION: SELF-EMPLOYED WRITER
C Ra McGuirt
today on a wednesday
about 2:45 in the afternoon,
the landlord walked by my window.
the blinds were high,
& i could have been
smoking dope
jerking off
fucking
or something
even worse
in the narrow
eyes of his
mind,
but i was sitting
at my desk
not even drinking
a beer
trying to be what
i claimed to be
in my rental
application.
i waved,
& he waved back,
convinced that
i was working.
it felt good
to fool the
bastard.
now if i can only
fool the rest of
them....
