Time Out, Old Man



If you were a politician,
you’d expect this treatment
from a rival, the sniping,
carping, sneering you get
whenever you’d dare poke
your head above the hedges.
Or maybe from a woman who
felt you wronged her.
That’d be an act of recrimination
bordering on evisceration.
But no, it’s you versus you.
You, the scorned and scornful.
You who’d watch your
just-north-of-figurative and
smidgeon-south-of-literal gutting
with a skosh of glee and
a look like acid thrown at
your mirror. You, the beast
who lost your normally steady way
with a two-year-old today.

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