the simple machine
bill shields
I'm the kind that leaves the screen door open for the rats to come in
my windows are broken if you got the rabies or the sniffles
I've woken up twice with a room full of four-legged bodies
dragging pals behind them in human-made carts
it's another Friday night&I'm sitting in the dark with the dark
cigarette in the ashtray¬hing but the radio dial for company
tomorrow there isn't any grass to cut or children to visit
I got enough food to make it till 2 p.m.
if the rats
aren't hungry
