bang the keys,
try to read the manual,
but just go it alone.
I have a glovebox full of comedy,
and a trunk full of poetry.
I hate silence
so I bang loud,
and keep the music
as well as the television on.
Lunch and letdowns,
lions and leaving early.
I show up to battle
in my bathing suit,
just to be cold,
and have my tale told.