GOT IT GOOD

GOT IT GOOD
I live up here
on the third floor
with the spiders
and the beer fridge
I spend my nights
delivering bouts of slimy, wild laughter
at my low, low ceilings
drinking strawberry margaritas
and eating spicy Cheez-its
the women love me
the dogs do, too
and the country music
plays nonstop
I don’t get picked on too much
the law lets me be
and in my moments of clarity
I think
sweet lord
I never thought I’d have it
this good