THE FRENCH MAN, OUI OUI!
The thing about the Frenchie
Wasn’t just that he’d get a phone call
Very early in the morning,
Take the call
and begin blabbering loudly
in his native tongue while the five of us
were just trying to get some sleep before work.
It wasn’t just that he’d prance around
In his underpants,
Or unplug our chargers
From the electrical sockets
to plug in his own.
These were annoyances, certainly.
But what pissed me off about the Frenchie
Was that I knew he did these things
Only because he thought he was better than us.