I woke up to find a man pissing on my room-mate’s shoes
There is a penis drawn on my arm.
I am clueless to my new-found context,
much like a newborn
What kind of man pisses on another man’s shoes
and doesn’t expect to be punched in the face?
A drunkard, that is who.
Doesn’t he know my friend needs those shoes to walk in?
Doesn’t he know how hard it is to work for things like that?
Why is this green man so strange to me?
Shouldn’t I know him?
He is in my house after all.
No, this Egyptian transient is just a friend of a friend of a friend.
He is out of his mind.
It is an awful thing to piss on another man’s shoes.
I probably deserve this black eye.