End of the Month Rent Check

Bacon and pickles as a sandwich with Swiss today
Because nothing matters anymore except taste
And unbeknownst to New Guy Joe
I am closer in age to his oddly-present mother than
To New Guy Joe himself - inconsequential digression

Allergic Andrew asks what I've been working on
As he lists film, Web, and business ventures juggled
My response stings unsatisfactorily bitter
More to myself than to Allergic Andrew
Like the prick of the spring-loaded EpiPen

The Russian Boss is making something in a crock pot
Shuffled soundtrack of songs that try to save my life
But a spectacle of perverse interest nonetheless
And sometimes somewhere a bit is a bit
A riff somewhere between genius and madness