'eghad, i did it again' or 'another poem'

Another one.


Practiced Saint

I see you smile; hands shake yours
i don't want this, cringing inside
to let you know how i truly feel
would slice your ego in three

i won't bow to the conformists
i won't smile because your back
you're another practiced saint
that i don't need to see

i me see the inside you
the part you try to hide
i might do the unproud things
but at least my curtains are sheered

the little red bump
lets you know where i've been
and the white skirt tents
it's sequins are condemed

does that mean it's right to joke
does that make it okay to hate
to jeer and point and stab and scream
it's just another inside you like

i won't bow to the conformists
i won't smile because your back
you're another practiced saint
that i don't need to see

the paperclips are missing
my stapler's gone too
are you trying to put it together now
you need all the help you can get

i'm stablized
in a world of rocking motions
your ignorant eyes
glint with st elmo's fire

i won't bow to the conformists
i won't smile because your back
you're another practiced saint
that i don't need to see

i'll let you see my anger
all my lack of hate
you're not the worst out there
your just the worst inside

notes from the workplace

Babies
Her clothes frighten me. Like those of Christina Applegate, but older and tackier and maybe not the clothes of Christina Applegate herself but the babies of Christina Applegate's clothes and a muumuu.

The Importance of a Greeting
Black, hard, beady little eyes stare at me, drill holes into the back of my neck. He's either on crack or just didn't take his allergy medicine this morning because he's wirey, frenetic, irritable and his eyes are passed bloodshot. Next time I'll say 'good morning' before I ask him a question.

Never take two Cool Mint Icebreakers at once
Breath fresheners should lighten and brighten your breath. They should not numb your tongue, mouth and throat. I wanted a mint, not chloraseptic.

Typos
(See if you can spot it)
War Memorial Auditorium
8000+ Business Execs
40+ Caterers
300+ Exhibitionists
(time for a new copy editor)

Snowbird
Her hair is a dull orange with the shine and curl of a clown's wig. Her Florida address (she can't be bothered to remember it) is written on the inside of her purse in big, bold letters. Neighboring this information is her phone number and "the password I always use for everything".

Need I comment? Really?

brought to you by the letter...

Seasame Street is their drug lab/whorehouse and sometimes I think they are trying to kill me.

The letter "e" with his endearing smile.

The capitalized "A" with her snear and razor-sharp head.

The way a "z" zigs out of the way just in time.

A the "j"s smirk drop.

They'll stab you right in the back they will. And don't get me started on "Q" and it's incognito lower case.

The ones with the polka dots and the stripes... The ones that think they're animals.... The ones that watch you with creepy little eyes...

I shudder with fear that I will never sleep again.