A
Poem for The Parasites To Whom I am not
Grateful
From the
series: Poems for My Mother
They
drain the life out of us,
and
they want us to be grateful.
Look!
We made computers just for you!
And
the Ipad and the Iphone!
Wow!
I'm
sure they're even working on a Me-Toilet!
I
can hardly wait.
We
want something to eat,
a
decent place to live,
friendship,
family,
a
little amusement,
but
work too,
--something
that lets us say,
at
the end of the day,
that
the day was not wasted.
Their
conveniences just get in the way,
and
ride on our backs for free,
--Or,
no,
that's not right,
We
pay for Them,
and
They get all the loot,
and
all their conveniences are only a higher form of inconvenience.
Holy
Moley!
How
dare I complain!
Aren't
I ungrateful!
--If
you play the game right,
you
may even get,
a
free trip to Jersey City.
10
February
2015
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