people are using my mind
as a dumping ground
for their problems

it was lousy as a drinking bottle
but perfect as water supply
to freeze the toilet paper

sitting in a room
eating potato wedges
with kevin bacon

looking at
the advertisement posters
gives me heartburn

now i'm afraid
i'm afraid of people
i'm afraid of everything

their words and
expectations are
the bars of my prison

what he eats
out of a paper bag
looks like his own teeth

i more often forget
that i don't have a bookmark
than the page number

people are hell
the rest
is theory

in this crowd i feel
as out of place as a bucket
of water in the desert