waste waste waste

sit and watch the moon move 
from 1.5 inches to 1 inch 
left of the clock tower
waste this waste of a night
in front of this waste of a bar
writing my waste in my waste of a book
enduring whatever sounds come out the door 
over my shoulder
cause i love this place
and holding down this waste of a bench

moon and passerby
go on with your chores
don't care if you look at me
just don't talk to me