DAMN!
Every day
Evvverrry DAY!.
When I’m not lookin’ at it
I’m thinkin’ about it.
Millions upon millions.
Substance abuse plans
That will never work.
Sharps and pills and liquids
That burn because death is
Not taught. Death is staved off
And parents mourn and
Mother’s wide-eyed fears of
Lions in the house and
So the ink never dries
And the paper molds.
Rules that hamper
Rules that stop good work.
Dumbed up explanations
That in end note format
Confess that we need to
Consult a bigger book.
A bigger book with more
Explanations that talk
A rectangle into a circle.
Mother!
Damn, Mother, next time
I’m marrying for money.
I need to be a kept woman.
And it will be me on the ‘phone
Telling me on the phone
That I want that cosmetic
Surgery paid for PDQ
But in the mean time,
The boss bought me a
Dish washer. What else could
She do?
What else can we do?
Keep the dishes clean
And live through the flu.
Sandra K. Woodiwiss ©2012