god'swife2 Jun 2004
Beautiful latina woman, middle-aged and sure of herself, walks up brick path of a modest home, steps up to front door, straightens her hair, smiles, and knocks.
Knock, Knock... you open the door.
Hi, saw the truck unloading your furniture and just wanted to say welcome to the dysfunction.
Just so you know, there are no Kings here, just lots of frustrated Genii, doing the old omnipotence cha-cha. Try to be objective.
Sometimes,(most times)the best of those who have been wished into this God-forsaken cornfield are the biggest fucking jerks. So it goes.
Be objective. This is not a cattle call for the Pulitzer. Itâs mostly a neighborhood of the frustrated, looking for a better way of expressing the modern western pressures.
Yes , perhaps you are a threat. Youâre young, smart, probably carry some fairly good DNA in those nuts of yours. So take it easy. Donât make the Alphas gang up on you.
Or perhaps youâre all wrong , you donât understand a thing, and just need to take the poems for their intrinsic worth.
Anyway, I brought you a casserole. Hope you like it. Just return the dish when you get a chance.
Oh, and by the way, this poem sucks.