CLAYTON FROM KANSAS
I was sitting there at the kitchen table,
In Ali’s Homestay,
Trying to write a novel.
Clayton the Kansan came in,
A stupid, lunatic grin on his sweaty face.
“I think Ali’s kinda shady,” he said, smirking.
“I think he’s, like, a shady character.”
I glared at him for a moment,
from over the top of my laptop screen,
then let out a loud hoot and said,
“well, Clayton. I think you’re a fuckin’ nutcase!”