poem of the day 11.25.13

cupcakes

the workers at the adult group home

made cupcakes for the people at my job

chocolate cupcakes with yellow batter

but no one is eating them

everyone thinks the residents at the group home

made the cupcakes instead of the workers

maybe the guy who sits in here all day

and laughs at his own farts

or the one who screams for no reason

and throws books while slobbering on himself

they made the cupcakes

not the workers at the group home

there’s no fooling us on this one

so the cupcakes are going untouched

like the cupcakes from last year went untouched

until someone mercifully threw them away

it’s kind of sad, really

the workers at the group home made them for us

because of the pinhead who shits herself

because of the old man who won’t stop stroking his cock

it’s their way of saying thanks

for letting them come in here and read books

and kill an hour or two in the long day

thank you for putting up with them

and the glaring disparities of mankind

still, there are five chocolate cupcakes uneaten at my job

leprous confections in a realm where i once

watched someone lick a doughnut box dry

i got really upset thinking about the cupcakes

on my walk to work in the morning

i thought about how those residents

are somebody’s son or daughter

sister or brother or aunt or uncle

that they didn’t even make

the goddamned cupcakes anyway

i told myself that when i got to work

i was going to eat all of the cupcakes

every single one of them, all five

even though i don’t eat pastries

because they remind me of back when

i was young and fat and ridiculed

but when i got to work the cupcakes were gone

they were thrown away

the tin pan turned upside down in the garbage

with chocolate cupcakes scattered and smashed

our holiday tradition

so i went into my office and had an apple

like i do every morning

i told myself that next year

i was going to eat the cupcakes from the group  home

or whatever it is that they make us

if they make us anything

i told myself that i’d eat then all

until i was stuffed and satisfied

so full of myself

that i could hardly take another bite