Deprivation is a great teacher
Empty cupboards and growing weeds
Cause the soul to stir
To disdain idle chitchat and merriment
Lessons learned transform the spirit from sand to granite
Conversely, dissipation and luxury turn lives to shards
Always getting one's way leads to the house of destitution
Too much milk and no meat
I cope with commercials
that sit on my head,
that wallop my westerns,
and leave them for dead.
They shoot me and loot me
till I go to bed.
I scream at a stop light
that steps on my brake,
that raises my hackles
till knucklebones ache.
They turneth me into
a coiled rattlesnake.
I hate when my hamburg
is freckled with fat.
What does "extra lean" mean?
Is it idle chitchat?
I'll be giving the grocer
a crisp caveat.
I abhor dirty dishes
piled high in the sink,
or when morning coffee
is too cold to drink,
or when my dear children
push me to the brink!
I detest barking dogs
when I'm trying to snooze.
Discourteous crows
also fail to amuse.
Perhaps I'll reserve a
Caribbean cruise!
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