This town is a maze of winding streets,
Built inefficiently, but as a form of art,
They are a testament to man’s creative feats,
And every intersection plays its part.
A college graduate, I live in what remained
Of an archaic duplex, right behind
A tiny church that never bred a saint,
And should it be demolished, few would mind.
I’ve studied mathematics, now I pass
My knowledge to indifferent adolescents
That hardly find the time to come to class,
To talk to friends and to ignore my lessons.
I read and write when time allows. I tend
To find peace in poetry, but mostly,
I like to read out loud in my bed;
My girlfriend falls asleep to Mayakovsky.