Go
ahead and water board me
I
double dog dare you
Tired
of you wiping your ass with my 7-11 mouth
Some
lines stun you right from the greasy-get-go
You
don’t have time to both pick up the child and run to safety
Many
rattlesnakes are bound to bite you regardless of path taken
The
fried chicken was exceptional, but it wasn’t as finger lickin’ good as the last
time you scolded me for getting too close to your pink chakra
Room
service can go the way of the dinosaurs if getting a hot cheeseburger is no
longer a reasonable request
You
weren’t a veteran, so instead of burying you with an American flag we buried
you in your best grey suit and never once pretended to look back
Words
come to me like disinfectant wipes ready to block out the Sun’s hazardous rays
and when I gather the courage I’ll climb again into the shower-mausoleum and
give my entire self a good talking to
You
were wonderful when invisible, but when you materialized it wasn’t as much fun to
finger your holy ghost
Let’s
call it quits or at the very least call it what it was from the start, a sham
that never grew quite enough hair to cover up its face and go incognito
Go
ahead and stick a firecracker up my ass
I
triple dog dare you with a side of our famous slaw
Tired
of you filling my collegiate mouth with your slovenly slurs Slouching Towards Gomorrah
Charles Cicirella
1/29/19 
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