They don’t pay me to care
what goes on in each room, so
I don’t know if it was true:
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AIDS!
I just know it came off the mirror
pretty easy with lemon Pledge
(secret weapon—ask anyone),
which is good, because I have
wrist problems, shoulder trouble,
a bad back. We all do. So I looked
for a tip. There wasn’t one—just
bottles and shoes, maybe some
coke in front of the clock radio.
I cleaned everything up.
I changed the sheets.
I closed the door—
everything ready for the next
guest to take a nap or make love
or get AIDS. Like I said before:
They don’t pay me to care.
AIDS Mary (1994 version)