It’s going to happen.
Soon, very soon, I will
snap.
One word or deed
will break this poet’s back.
Coming soon to a town near
you.
Will it be the person who
thinks turn signals are frivolous and unnecessary?
Will it be the one who cuts me off, so close that I can hear her phone conversation?
Or will it be the other
(Maybe even a cop)
who doesn’t understand that
red means stop
And stop means stop.
Not pause, not yield, but
STOP.
How much simpler could it
be?
What doesn’t kill me makes
me stronger.
Today, I am Hercules.
70% of Americans think that
they have above average intelligence.
I wonder where they are.
I am plagued by the other
30%
Who blow smoke in my face,
Refuse to hold down a job
Are rude, crude, selfish,
and unkind
If I were the Supreme Court
I would pass a law that
would be ubiquitous
To throw out all the
pointless and ridiculous
lawsuits and require that
those filing
would have to pay an “idiot
fee”
for wasting my time and your
money.
We all know the coffee is
hot!
The only golden rule I see
is thinly plated and
tarnishing fast.
I feel I am always being
tested.
By who or what I do not know
But there must be a purpose
to this relentless
maelstrom of inhumanity,
media insanity,
and political calamity.
The rich get richer, and the
poor get poorer.
Still, adversity builds
character.
I have enough character to
put on
a Shakespearean play…by
myself.
This isn’t an opus of
arrogance
Or over self confidence
I’m as neurotic as the next
guy
And perhaps not as bright
But I do believe in karma,
in the good Samaritans of
the world,
and giving back some of what
you get.
If that gets me taken off
with a butterfly net
So be it.
Soon, very soon,
It’s going to happen.
.
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