JASON REYNOLDS

writin' and whatnot

Adaptation (A poem about city apartment life)

Not sure when I wrote this but I found it in my phone last night. So...

My next door neighbor got roaches so I got roaches And rat traps because rats gotta be around the corner

The man upstairs gotta leak Every time he take a leak I get the pot ready for the drip My kitchen smells like piss now

And burnt hair tobacco God knows what else and I don't know how them folks downstairs ain't burnt this damn saltine palace down yet

I used to bang on the walls tap the ceilin with a broom handle and stomp with my boots on

Now I just turn the music up And pay rent late