I think that life entails
a certain amount of self interest
And living for oneself
is a certain part of the human condition

So no matter how much the math department
Pleads and asks,
I will keep all three of their
Stolen calculators in my bag

And one time while cooking noodles
I broke three knobs on my friend’s kitchen stove
He found out and I joked that my crime should not be told
He listened when I said to blame another poor soul

And late at night I’ll put on the
Record player sometimes
Pick up my complaining cat and
Sway with her from side to side