The crab is as big as the anchor.
At least from where I sleep.
And your positivity across from me--
I mean, the star athlete from the cornfields--
You think life is so freaking good. It’s not.
Sing me some Italian song if you think you’re so hot.
Dance a little rubber man jig with me, Action Jackson.
Wake me up before you go-go, Captain Pedophile.
I’m so antzy here with you!

Check it: You and me in single beds
Admiring fishes on the walls.
That’s not so bad. It’s only when we play
With muscles under our blankets it gets nasty.
The crab is as big as the anchor, Brainiac,
Because the whale on that other wall over there is smiling at us.
And in the rickety habitrail of our morning
We have to get over to the other
Side of the room just to see it, just to sleep.