If you strain your ears
you could hear daycare man’s
blond-haired pig-tailed little
girl shattering her xylophone.
How straitlaced can a place
of rainbows and sugar highs
be, you remember asking
before you took the job.
You can’t take it, the
little girl always bothers
your lunchtime, hearing her
playacting rottenly.
Pink-eyed, you look
nothing like your parents,
you told her; she ripped
her hair out and cried.
The background soothes
the mind, he told you,
but it tasted like being
seasick and fuzzy.
Every channel in the TV
had that flower child boasting
bed sheets as skin; it had no
eyes, yet it was so po-faced.
It would always hitch at the
end, burning the VHS tape; the
girl would stare at the stained wall
for two minutes, hearing it crackle.
You turn on your present TV,
no more shifts, and you see
daycare man branded as a
blondes kidnapper.
Categories:
po faced, child, dark, daughter, evil,
Form: Free verse
Sententiousness I seriously cannot bear
I cannot abide po-faced pontification
Faced with which I want to pull out my hair
Being more at home in a festive occasion.
Flee the pessimism of the puritan's pulpit
There is more merriment found in carpe diem
When Falstaffian rogues with us carousing sit.
Send cold gravity to its chilling requiem
If you were given the news your end were nigh
No Cromwell roundhead,more cavalier Dartagnan
What better way to go,do you think,,laugh or cry?
Give me every day a mirthful companion.
So haste ye away,you gloomy prophets of doom
And allow us imbibe in a jovial room
Categories:
po faced, celebration, cheer up, drink,
Form: Sonnet