I Gave the World the Finger v.08

I gave the world the finger
and it high-fived me in my face
so I hid behind my skillset
off the city's dirty streets

spent years hiding indoors
temp jobs at foreign desks
cubicle walls on bottomless floors
for weeks or hours or days

pen and paper left for someone else
spreadsheets made of epics
pie charts made from sketchbooks
t-shirt slogans reduced to even less

under dim lights in some office
breathing bad air and giving looks
reciting poetry to no one
red-eyed and hungover

sprawling on dirty carpets
in bedrooms rarely slept in
surrounded by old bottles
and balloons of forgotten origin

sitting drunk on rooftops
huddled against the sinking night
wrapped in lines from mythic Beats
smoking menthols, then back inside