A perfect partition of Gabriel's direction
I push this broom to and fro
Embarrassed no more

I wipe your countertops and collect your trash. As we nod our pleasantries
I needing you more than this wage

I give thanks for the bus pass my po provided and this can of shaving cream from the dollar store.

I gotta room; its $80 a week
A place to lay my head
Like Red from Shawshank
On my way to Andy you see.