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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
| Angry I mean you no harm Why do they cower when I approach? My eyebrows Knitted, yes But not for you But poor vision That forces me glare Because I'm tall? Mighty arms? My hard jaw line? Confident demeanor Cuts through bullshit Past lame pleasantries To get at truth The cut of my jib? What? I scare my daughter's male teacher Dragged to a tired Rehearsed conference Guys at gym When I grunt clear out Child at home Who won't do chores Is that my fault? You all label me Set the narrative Correct me before I speak Before I'm done Make me come to you Force me to say 'their's a problem' I see you want to run Laugh maniacally At a trivial remark Just settle down Take your drug Why do you make me feel a surgeon with mask, A scalpel or pliers Angling for your teeth God, no wonder I look Angry I'm not a chimp pushing buttons for bananas. I want to write. |
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