Sitting in my office, eyes swollen, looking
as if I had been in a bar fight last night
June is going to kill me, she needs production
numbers which I can’t supply due to mental
malfunction, the committee will hang me; they
blithely want to forge ahead with a new date
without consulting the venue repeating the
same debacle - I’m not willing to go along
the Nile-Crocodile has been reduced to a teeth-
gnashing reptile by last night’s eating wrong meat
marinated in their own basting; iron bar pressures
mounting in the head, without psychological fears
I would have stayed in bed; but I always keep going –
food intolerance is a life-long companion
although it changes me into a Conspiracy-Fearing
Moron with Persecution Mania – at least
knowing the causes helps me to laugh at all my
anxieties and fears – afterwards
right now sitting in crocodilian silence hating
the world - while plotting to hang myself…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-conspiracy-fearing-moron-persecution-mania/
