POEMS


Anger Management

I was a busted boiler
Waiting to blow
And finally did,
When Babbs the restaurant manager,
Took up with Ron Kovick’s publicist
His political prowess was more seductive
Than my younger loins

She asked me for her key back
And I knew we were through
Not that I could blame her
I was awful at living a double life
Babes was no dummy and caught on
I said I was vegetarian
But was eating pussy and burgers on the side
She also didn’t appreciate the way I treated
Her girls, the hash slingers
When it was reported that I had anger issues
 The owner of the Veggie joint
Sent me to EST
The self help didn’t take
I quit the restaurant and became a file clerk at a Japanese trading company
Which was just another shade of purgatory