There is a place in a person’s life
that they must contemplate tearing up the old carpet,
and putting in hard wood floors.
This dilemma is easier to achieve in the west
(outside of the ghettos and trailer parks),
where things come a lot easier; often with an appetizer.
The prospect of switching flooring--if it ever appears in your life--
is a sign that there is nothing dangerous about you.
It is a sign that the revolution has succeeded,
and the government of your country
is probably as threatening to you as a meter maid.
You are putting in flooring.
Maybe some day you’ll buy a boat.
You will probably gain weight,
and wonder [upon dying] if you could’ve spent your time better.