Well, Excuse Me
WELL, EXCUSE ME
People don’t like me to say at parties that it’s such
A waste to throw out good food when so many
People go hungry every day even in our city.
Can’t you laugh for just once? they say.
Sure I can laugh, laugh at myself for having such
High-flown ideas that even the birds think I’m
A danger to their fly-ways, and should be grounded.
But the next time I hear someone complaining that
His Lexus is a pain in the neck due to its low gas-mileage,
I will surely add he should sell it, walk, and send the
Proceeds to Oxfam. And the next one who asks about my worry
That the planet is over-heating, will surely feel uncomfortable
At my sardonic response about worry that it is not over-eating.
Even a poem like this can make some feel uneasy in their penthouse.
Well, excuse me for disturbing your complacency.
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