What's the Big Deal?
Can I,
Be Mean?
Do I,
Choose to?
No!
I can curb my anger,
If a fire hydrant is near!
Or...
Become distracted by spinning hubcaps
Shining on a speeding car
To chase.
Or...
Amuse myself,
By running around in circles...
To catch my tail,
When I'm getting none from you! ?
Isn't that what you think of me?
A dog.
Barking...
After you've yanked my chain,
To satisfy your urges
To hear my growl?
And then give me looks
As if
My going ballistic
Suddenly occured for no reason,
Because I couldn't find
A lost bone I buried in the backyard?
Isn't that what you discuss with friends?
How I can go off on the deep end for nothing?
All they need is to be here...
Alone.
With you.
For five minutes.
Listening.
To you constantly whine,
Over 'my' decision
To season the tasteless meals you prepare.
And you expected me...
To eat meat you cooked,
I could not chew...
IF I had three sets of dog teeth,
And a chisel and a hammer!
Can I,
Be Mean?
Do I,
Choose to?
No!
I was honest when I said,
'You are no Martha Stewart! '
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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