Problems at the Blockhouse
Greetings family. Hi, how are ya?
Here I am in Arizona.
I'm an intern at Kitt Peak.
Did you not know that I'm just a physics freak.
Road out in a Stagecoach van.
Avoided sunshine the best I can.
Made it to my new apartment--
It smells worse here than the septic tank department.
So I put in a work order
Just like any other boarder,
But it took them a few days.
Apparently the management floats in a haze.
Broken legs on the table,
It made eating less than stable.
And the floors were black and blotchy--
Seems checkout inspections are somewhat splotchy.
Ordered pizza. left the box
Sitting on the countertops.
When I gave a second glance,
The whole box and coutertops were full of ants.
Well it wasn't too much later
We shoved our stuff in the 'fridgerator.
After no few frantic screams
We made a midnight trip for Raid and ice cream.
Now our kitchen looks quite empty,
Though some stuff is in the pantry.
But we don't dare store our food there-
When it comes to ants we really don't want to share.
Not to worry precious parents
We sprayed all the paths with ants.
Now the kitchen is their graveyard
And aside from cleaning, Im not working too hard.
I think I should not have come.
This man above me plays the drums.
After midnight when I'm sleeping
The constant pounding sounds through the walls, come creeping.
Mother, Father, this get scary:
See, the shower was quite hairy.
Though we cleaned it, it was not fun.
It's no fun cleaning up someone elses soap scum.
My dear parents take me home, please.
I'm not adapted to the Rockies.
I've been sunburned in the morning,
And I'm prone to dehydration without warning.
As I close this silly letter
I am feeling a bit better.
Though this song is mostly true,
Whichever parts that you believe is up to you.
