Regulars

You have a real
way about you.

Why get a
dog
when you actually clean up
your own shit?

You made
lunch?

Do the dishes,
quietly.

We’ll put a
door
on
soon.

Smile,
he's a
regular.
Fucking

whore.

It’d be
too dark
if we put a

door on.

You don't have a
window,
remember?

And we need to
hear
when it’s time for you to
shut up
all the way from the

basement.

You loved to play
that saxophone,
remember how I
paid for that?

I know you don't.
Because of how you
shut that

cabinet
door.