Hear
They’re fighting again, it makes the girl run to her room and the boys
Stare at the tv, ignore it, it’s happened before
The blow-up and at its root is the green
Thing, that dirty flimsy thing
You could tear it into soft pieces but why would you
Why would you when you need gas and
That shirt look’s really nice, man, also I’m kinda
Hungry, also, the kid we’ve sent abroad needs
His lunch and dinner or starve
I am shoveling the rice, biting the Chinese sausage
When I hear
Them
I see them
They’re right with me at the table but
I hear them
And this terrible
Thing
Has sounded off throughout the years
I scoop more rice.
