I looked for you in Robert’s mouth
As I fed Taco Time burritos into it,
Burritos I’d reheated for him
After I had wiped his OCD ass,
Balls,
Ass again,
Penis,
Balls one more time,
Put new sheets on his bed,
Brought four heated blankets,
Picked his nose for him and
Wiped his goatee,
And all the rest he asked for
In his “would it kill ya to do this one last small thing”
Way,
I did not say that I can see why
His mother won’t take him back,
That I can’t imagine not killing myself if I were him,
That I hate him and every moment in his presence,
No I did not say what I was thinking,
And I also did not find much of you during that shift,
But now I remember that you too once just wanted me to stay,
And that for some reason you enjoyed Taco Time,
So if it was you in there,
I’m sorry I did not ask if you wanted hot sauce,
Or if the burritos were warm enough,
And I’m sorry I told you I had “other
Residents I need to check on NOW”
In truth, I could have stayed a few more minutes
