Costa-Hawkins
Aaron Gutierrez
Each year
These walls
More ravenous
Ten percent or more
Rekeyed
These locks
More casualties
Drywall soaked in blood
Where is your just cause?
Clean cut class traitor
Trickle down crisis schemer
Elephant, blue tie
Where is your just cause?
Forty-five, survive
Bloodshot
Carpal
Production's up
Load-bearing reports extort
A wreath of nails and muscle
Broken spines and sinew pillars
And a callous-crusted roof
And I’m selling cartilage and tendons
For fragments of pumice
Scraping by, shaving off
Scarring and gnawing and shattered
Thirty three point three
Repeating
And another six and a quarter
On the commute
To burnt retinas and acid reflux
Wasted on plastic
And check stock
And Andies
How may I direct your call?