The Night Audit

Sometimes,
When I'm not preoccupied,
With nicotine stains in the bathrooms,
Or the fistfuls of c*ndoms
And tourniquets
And wads of bloody paper
Clogging the toilets,
Or the clouds of illegal smoke
Choking the hall ways
And begging me to mediate,
Or the drunk drug dealer's
Girlfriend for the evening
Calling down to
"Riddle me this: what the **** did I just Say?"

I like to come out here and pretend I'm sweeping the ghetto
back out of the parking lot.

I'm not, though,
I'm actually staring at the moon,
Loving the stars with my undivided attention,
Laughing to myself as i turn to fetch the
Two foot long steel flashlight,
The guy who got me the job
Told me to only use the really cheap
Lead acid batteries,
They weigh more,

In the frozen throws of January,
Two idiots
High out of their minds
Are ****ng behind the dumpster,

I remember the words of my master as I went back out
Into the night,
Blind them with the light,
Whip it around
And jab the solar plexus,
Repeat

I tell myself that its all material.