this giant scrotum
with an orange mullet
walked across DeLongpre
to show me an apartment
there was a slit
across the ballsack
and vibrations
from vocal cords
projected from said slit
that formed words
that were laced with
hatred
the building was strange
narrow
i had to walk sideways
through the whole thing
i kept trying to ask questions
and she would interrupt me
saying stupid inane things
she had the personality
of a plastic shopping bag
filled with watery shit
“what are the rental requirements?”
i asked
“standard” the ballsack growled
“what’s that?” i asked.
“the standard!” it belched
“it’s the same everywhere!”
“but what does that mean?”
“STANDARD!” it vomited
i thanked it
walked sideways through the door
she followed me
saying things
she thought i should already know
i left the disembodied scrotum
in the dark lobby
knowing less
than i did before our encounter
I hurried to my car
and decided that
that building
was not for me
