Look at that: I was right
                twelve forty-eight and you're up there on floor
                nine with your sixteenth cup and your
                thirty-second memory migraine this week
                                                hey: your call.

Let me put it this way:
                the world's already fucked
                                                a little more screwing can't hurt
                                                any more than the memories of
                                                                three
                                                                                straightsleeplessnights
                                                spent sitting on the sidewalk
                                                throwing rocks into the storm drain
                                                               (this one's for my conscience...
                                                                                god, where's my drink?)

                and in the morning
                you're a suit
                and nothing's wrong

                                in the afternoon you arrive home
                                lunch uneaten and tie askew
                                and you let your head
                                                s              (s is for strong)
                                                i               (i is for independent)
                                                n              (n is for never-fearing)
                                                k              (k is for knowledgeable)
                                                                                                into your hands.
                                                maybe life is a synonym for shit
                                                or an antonym for thought
                                                or a who-the-hell-cares-onym for
                                                                 something more than the beat-down
                                                                                                apartment on fifth