I am the stain on the glass window br And the spilled ink on that canvas, br I am the squeaking sound at your front door br And every country on your atlas. br br I am the bus that always is late br And the train that just won’t go fast, br I am all things both small and great, br I am the slow kid who comes in last. br br I am the sound of a popped balloon, br A hundred times louder than bubble-rap’s, br I am a deathly Norwegian typhoon br And the kid drinking from rivers, not taps. br br I am the quiet, but proper tenant, br The one who always pays his rent, br I am a scorpion whose stings like red-ants br And I am the good-for-nothing government. br br I am the spoiled teen produced by Disney br And I am the red carpet in Hollywood, br I am the mineral buildup in your kidney br And the poem that no one understood.