Sorry for the Inconvenience

 

I didn’t realize those were your toes

When I dropped the pickaxe. I just assumed

Gold lay under spackled nails.

 

I love to apologize. I just can’t help myself

From doing wrong, like when I shoved my hand

Down your throat to retrieve my silver bullet.

 

Apparently I also grabbed part of your larynx,

Rendering you momentarily speechless

As if an avalanche had burst the eardrums .

 

Here, let me brush the cobalt from your hair

Before enemies launch a preemptive strike

During our joint military operations.

Is it time to apologize for moving the clocks forward,

So the future arrives sooner than the past can be forgotten,

One generation tweeting another generation’s twerk.

I realize you had to abandon your lodgings, flee for your life,

Crawl out of the rubble, and scrounge for food

Form our benevolent charities. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Next time you’ll know better whom to believe

And which country to live in. Are those your children,

Or are the wild dogs eating sacrificial sheep?

]Disposable Poem February 24, 2015]

Dr. Mike