Probational Poems

I Was Amazed That He Pushed the Television Over With His Foot

I remember when I was a young man, 

My manager has a sense of some place to go. He was a er, a screw head, a person that would not take it anymore. A man that stood up against the scum, the s the dogs, the filth, the . After meeting a person with allegations of guinea pigs and a court date for molesting his sister.
I watched my managers head, explode, because in an email the probational officer never said “hello, Hi, or my name”, “its “so ing rude” as she “makes me want to ing  leave, I dislike her and can't work with her”! “SO, SO, So MUCH I'm thinking of quitting, because of HER”.

Some days I get bad ideas in my head. Next, I’m talking to the receptionist, and I tell her about a date tomorrow.
I told her my reservations, regarding meeting someone “she has two children” and “It' was hard to get over one boy”. “Dave, you have not met her yet, don’t think about the end”. People are cold and distant. 

I smile as both the movie and life is true.