Needs work

[stephywang]

Even the janitors have joy;
I can hear their laughter
in the hallways,
raucous, from my room.
Scrubbing the shit filled
toilets,
even the janitors can laugh.
They have the best dance partners;
those janitors.
No 2 left feet to pain them;
they just get
a little wet footed.
Even they have their Astaire
Moments.

Janitors mean that I have no
sink of my own.
Janitors mean that my floors
aren’t mine
(and that I don’t get private dance sessions).
Janitors mean that my room
Is just a bed, desk and shelves

and not a place
where I can wash the
toilets out myself.