Freitag, 10. Mai 2013


There's always
some idiot sitting at the next table
going off on some loud-ass rant
There are days when I'd like to get up
and knock him one right in his gob
Instead I just sit there
and raise my glass
to the achievements of civilization
I was drinking my tall chai latte and thought:
you're standing dangerously close
to the edge of a big, scary hole, buddy
Between his legs
a dog fidgeting about
"Your master's teetering on edge", I whispered
"I know he's an asshole, but he still manages to feed me."
That's exactly the problem: there's always someone who manages to get food on the table

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