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.
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Entered in Susan Burch’s Contest “Show Me the Anger”
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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