a girlfriend came in <br />built me a bed <br />scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor <br />scrubbed the walls <br />vacuumed <br />cleaned the toilet <br />the bathtub <br />scrubbed the bathroom floor <br />and cut my toenails and <br />my hair. <br />then <br />all on the same day <br />the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet <br />and the toilet <br />and the gas man fixed the heater <br />and the phone man fixed the phone. <br />noe I sit in all this perfection. <br />it is quiet. <br />I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends. <br />I felt better when everything was in <br />disorder. <br />it will take me some months to get back to normal: <br />I can't even find a roach to commune with. <br />I have lost my rythm. <br />I can't sleep. <br />I can't eat. <br />I have been robbed of <br />my filth.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/metamorphosis/
