They try to teach me how to read
through my thick bottle glasses,
but the bastards can never get it
just right, underestimating me
all the while.
They're trying to get the scoop
on me with prodding questions
and follow-up questions. I haven't
seen them in months, yet here I am
on the hot seat.
3. Public House
They are gathered around an open
glass and taking turns sipping,
they are heading out into the destruction
night, with very little regard for the rest
of us, singing loud music of self.