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]