it's really none of their concern

if I put the fucking garbage in the breezeway outside my door

But put to the test, they will respond,

“Oh, but we can smell it when you leave it there”

Even though I only leave it there for a few hours at a time

Humans tend to be stupid, but they are sly like that

They will always come up with some cockamamie reason

For why it is their divine right

that they get exactly what they want

But I pay it no mind in this case

I will leave my garbage wherever the fuck I want

Utilizing my own particular brand of ridiculous logic

In figuring that it is probably awfully hard to evict someone

the little things

despite the fact that i work like a dog like the other shmucks

I don't feel any kinship with them

I think some of them do feel this

Perhaps it's only the cookie-cutter kens with their plug-in wives

or the productivity cogs that cum over the idea of an 8 to 5 work day

but the trodden-upon empathy

and the inside joke innuendo

go right through me, around me like x rays

All of the little things that are supposed to help a person

through this shit-eating life

somehow elude me

casual conversation

casual sex

a friendly smile or sincere word

genuine laughter

I see these in the eyes and speech of the others

All I seem to get

is the hammer falling on my head

like chinese water torture

one more time