world against me
i get no mercy
and no miracles
perhaps i should learn
how to pray or beg
but i have this cat that sneezes
in torrents
who has gotten so thin
that she almost passes out
yet the good doctor
finds no tumor in her nose
although he’s sure that it’s there
so now we’re waiting on death to arrive
she has three rotten teeth as well
but…
i listen to the doctor talk
i believe that he is a kind man
merciful where many others aren’t
he cannot say the phrase
put her down
without blushing
i like this doctor
but i find it hard not to wonder
what he’s done with all of the money
i’ve pumped into his business this year
with two aging cats at home
all of the teeth extractions
the x-rays
the anesthesia and antibiotics
it adds up
almost over two grand
since this miserable calendar flipped
shit, some days it feels as though
the world is against me
like the optical assistant
who charged me five hundred for new glasses
she showed me the real cost
on her calculator
just so i knew that i was getting a deal
i knew that i was getting something
but it wasn’t a deal
i know that these people are just doing their jobs
the vet and the optical assistant
the booze merchant
who keeps raising the cost
of my scotch and wine on a monthly basis
the poetry and fictions editors too
who feel it incumbent upon themselves
to reject me in mass waves
i just wish that they wouldn’t come at me
all at once
especially on days like this
where i’m sick and sweating
can’t even lift a beer to my mouth
they should all get together
have a conference on me
try and space out the hardship
because i’m a merciful man too
i know how it feels
to hold the paycheck in my hands
every two weeks
feeling it gone just as it arrived
staving off the madness
a bottle of wine in one hand
the fraying noose in the other
drooling on street corners
waving at the good animal doctor
as he passes
fingering my monthly bus pass
as he gets into that big black car of his
a fine ride that purrs like a kitten
one with perfect ivory teeth
and not a bulb of snot
in sight.
i get no mercy
and no miracles
perhaps i should learn
how to pray or beg
but i have this cat that sneezes
in torrents
who has gotten so thin
that she almost passes out
yet the good doctor
finds no tumor in her nose
although he’s sure that it’s there
so now we’re waiting on death to arrive
she has three rotten teeth as well
but…
i listen to the doctor talk
i believe that he is a kind man
merciful where many others aren’t
he cannot say the phrase
put her down
without blushing
i like this doctor
but i find it hard not to wonder
what he’s done with all of the money
i’ve pumped into his business this year
with two aging cats at home
all of the teeth extractions
the x-rays
the anesthesia and antibiotics
it adds up
almost over two grand
since this miserable calendar flipped
shit, some days it feels as though
the world is against me
like the optical assistant
who charged me five hundred for new glasses
she showed me the real cost
on her calculator
just so i knew that i was getting a deal
i knew that i was getting something
but it wasn’t a deal
i know that these people are just doing their jobs
the vet and the optical assistant
the booze merchant
who keeps raising the cost
of my scotch and wine on a monthly basis
the poetry and fictions editors too
who feel it incumbent upon themselves
to reject me in mass waves
i just wish that they wouldn’t come at me
all at once
especially on days like this
where i’m sick and sweating
can’t even lift a beer to my mouth
they should all get together
have a conference on me
try and space out the hardship
because i’m a merciful man too
i know how it feels
to hold the paycheck in my hands
every two weeks
feeling it gone just as it arrived
staving off the madness
a bottle of wine in one hand
the fraying noose in the other
drooling on street corners
waving at the good animal doctor
as he passes
fingering my monthly bus pass
as he gets into that big black car of his
a fine ride that purrs like a kitten
one with perfect ivory teeth
and not a bulb of snot
in sight.
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