'Twould be to live a grungy bach'lor's life --
I sort of knew from dating 'mongst them, but,
Comes Heated, where Tim Peers shows me its strife.
My goal's to get work on time without
A loss of temper, and I'd best look well.
My foes are my own stuff and home, about
Which things are strewn that I need. What the hell?
Some normal is abnormal, like the sink
In which I rinse my keys but cannot wash
My hands? More effort's gone, I have to think
To atmospherics -- and they're far from posh,
As I have said. I won't say this was fun,
(The grammar's poor), but it's not poorly done.