Room For One More

Am I Greg, Peter, Bobby, Marsha, Jan or Cindy?
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the stripclub,
Never figured he was such a hornball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to stop talking to one another.
I think they would make a great couple.
They moved into my place a few years back.
Now I can't get them out of here.
Their creating a hostile environment for my sanity.
When they talk, I cringe.
Alice was told that her work here wasn't needed anymore.
She had nowhere to go.
I took her in.
She became a fanatic
I kicked her out
One day she OD'd on religion.
Quite a shame really.