And the angry lookers-on stare at us
as if through us
trying to decide
what part of a badly planned upbringing
allows us the delusion of sitting
completely unawares
or otherwise
unaffected
by the hordes of desperates craving what we have
for hours upon hours
as if they wouldn’t do the same
And in that moment of one way judgment
they see a TV set
and mountain of microwave dinners
awarded to us by parents unwilling to break away with Jerry Springer
or mortified of naysaying
for fear of eternal damnation to filial loath
Little could they guess the eons of love
the gentle lessons
and manner refinements
No mister
I sit today in this seat with no regard
not because my mother failed to spank me
but because you want it
and I loathe you for judging me
when a second ago I was desperately trying to intimidate the previous inhabitant of this chair
I’ve earned my rights
And anyway
Why aren’t you in a nursing home right now?
(c) kynephrus
 kynephrus · Tue Jul 31, 2007 @ 05:07pm · 0 Comments |
