so, tell us dear boy, what exactly is it that you do?

i live

in a town, where the first question

someone asks

at a dinner

party is,

so, tell me,

what exactly do you do?

i usually tell

them i'm a circus clown,

or a bus driver

for the criminally insane asylum

on the hill,

or that i clean

out the lion cages

at the zoo.

which prompts for more

questions,

which i answer

at length.

it keeps me from hearing

what they

do.