3rd Amendment

At the bottom of the kitchen trash

I found the empty container of take out food

With my name clearly written on it

Following a trail of footsteps from

The standing water in the bathroom

I discovered my soaking wet bedroom slippers in the hallway

Maybe I’ve been spoiled by a life of solitude

Maybe there's some other way

I can express my gratitude

But the presence of so many friendly strangers makes me nervous

And it doesn’t mean that I’m not truly thankful for your service

Lately I’ve been spending more and more

Of my free time hanging out in the empty backroom

Of the diner just up the highway

And it’s just to give you elbow room

That I’ve been making use of the sleeping bag

That I keep rolled up and stacked behind my couch

Do you think that I think I’m somehow better than you?

Please accept my word

That nothing could be further than the truth

But the presence of so many friendly strangers makes me nervous

And it doesn’t mean that I’m not truly thankful for your service