Righteous, Stressed-Out Daddy-o

"Hey Potty-Mouth!
Like,
stop expanding
my toddler's
vocabulary."

shouts my inner, angry
uptight beatnik
to this guy sitting two rows back.

And I toss an espresso over
one shoulder into the eyes
of this small-smiling fuck.

I maim him with
my poetry.

I thunder him
with cartoon thoughts

in my inner,
angry, uptight
beatnik mind.

1 comment for “Righteous, Stressed-Out Daddy-o”

Itto Ogami

February 8, 2005 at 6:14 am

love this. captures the seething angst. i was pondering this conundrum the other day. tis the reason and season i purchase mace in bulk.
“The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, but violence takes lives away.”
—Bible: Hebrew, Proverbs

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