EVERY DAY

Every day in shorts
in the sports locker room
my rocking neighbor
uses the treadmill
puts stuff in his eyes
mouth, private parts
filling pills, vitamins,
muscles with steroids
things for hemorroids
while a lone poet gave up
on his upstarted body life
to fulfill his trophy cups
while he was unemployed
and roughly in a void,
with so much strife
using the mind of Freud,
together with Minerva
his wife in the arts
to chart and serve
while fulfilling
his own smarts.