Angry Man

ANGRY MAN I have no problem with drunks, druggies, husbands who beat their wives, Asinine youths shouting too loudly, parents who neglect or spoil their children. These guys make me feel good because I know it is not me, And I feel superior : I am better than that. I hate the guys in wheelchairs who slow me down as I walk to work; Old ladies on crosswalks bug me, stumbling ahead of me, so I must sidestep; Beggars on the bridge are infuriating, panhandling for small change. The wheelies remind me that I have legs But I waste my time sitting in armchairs watching football; The oldies tell me that I too will be a stumbler one day And that I am wasting my youthful energy doing pointless activities. Beggars I really hate, for it could surely be me, easily - but for the grace of God. I am spending my cash on trinkets, burgers, movies, and I can’t even enjoy them Because of thinking of these guys : they make me mad as hell. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Susan Burch’s Contest “Show Me the Anger”