Pardon me

from your attitude

how rude of me

to stand it any longer

the fragrant foul

of your audacious

tongue I couldn’t

welcome home

any longer

the questioning

the complaining

the putting me down

I might as well say

thank you and kiss

your face, when you

bring home the

two faced clown

have a nice day

computes to a

a verbal slap in the

face it’s rhetorical

anyway, you don’t really

care about my day

as much as you care

about me staying out

of your way yet you

are always in my face

breathing down my

neck and calling me

whatever words eclipse

your tainted lips

a punch in the gut

is your how are you?

and I return it with

a newly learned karate

kick.  I’m fine thank you

I’ll expect you out by

the end of the hour

or else, there will be a

welcome home sign

waiting for you at the

morgue, with all the

courage I could muster

I evicted my sickness

before it took both of

us under.

 

fJ original 2016