Reams of code pinging around
the hitch, every institution feels
volunteer run, nothing is a service,
but yes take a dip in the tub
on the roof of Long Island City,
all worked up with nowhere to go,
a year sprinkled about the gossip
of a caption who was where with whom,
take an honest to god nasal swab,
I swear if I see one more group
shivering with nothing to do.