Friday, February 19, 2010

Maddening in the Morning

Maddening in the morning? Oh Lord, tell me, it ain’t so.

Somebody eats, sleeps, has sex and calls the routine life.
You scratch your armpits, yawn, and cry.
It's maddening to see that your cherished ideas and beliefs ridiculed in public
by a person named Dick
for whom you absolutely have no respect.
So what is your response?
To retaliate or to neglect,
that is the question.
Oh, it's hard to live with humans since anger is as vast as the ocean.
Every dog wants to bark.
Every rooster wants to crow.
Every pig wants to wallow
in the mud in the park.
This morning, upon waking up with a beautiful song in Spanish on the radio
while outside your window
a vast blue sky
with a streak of exhaust white plume left behind
by a jetliner makes you high.
The annoyance caused by small minds make you smile.
And you say to them, little people, bring it on,
amuse me with your silly games of snide comments and groan
with petty quotes that are out of place and out of time.

A huge contempt for humanity is swelling inside you.
You feel grand, expansive, confident, and at peace, too

You smile for the first time in days. You chuckle and then suckle on a
sweet finger of a lovely lass who has a lively ass, lying next to you.
You say to her: " mi querida, como buena es la vida y como bonita eres tu!"

Somebody is knocking on your door. You open your eyes. Shit! It was
only a dream and what a dream it was.
You groggily go to the door.
It's your landlord.
The rent is two weeks overdue. You must come up with
the money today or out on the street you go.
Don't worry, mate, the money will be brought over here by the guy named Joe
by three this afternoon.

But you know it won't. What can you do?
But first thing first, you
get down on your knees and you pray: "Oh Lord...",
But your eyes catch sight of the sword
Lying on the floor.
This is your way out.
You rip open your shirt.
You want to do a seppuku.
Ouch! It hurts.
There is beaucoup
Of blood.

Oh brothers and sisters, after you laugh at me,
Stop and think, can you write as well as I do?
Can you get into my shoes?

Wissai
Feb. 19, 2010

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