… or, “I’m Probably The One With The Problemâ€
You sat still and proper
Your yogurt low-fat, plain, sensible
You did not rustle the bag
You did not breathe through your nose
You brought your own spoon
The right thing to do
And only clicked your teeth on the metal
Once or twice
You were done by 57th Street
And yet
It still drove me
Up the goddamn wall.