Righteous, Stressed-Out Daddy-o

"Hey Potty-Mouth!
Like,
stop expanding
my toddler's
vocabulary."
shouts my inner, angry
uptight beatnik
to this guy sitting two rows back.
And I toss an espresso over
one shoulder into the eyes
of this small-smiling fuck.
I maim him with
my poetry.
I thunder him
with cartoon thoughts
in my inner,
angry, uptight
beatnik mind.

1 thought on “Righteous, Stressed-Out Daddy-o”

  1. love this. captures the seething angst. i was pondering this conundrum the other day. tis the reason and season i purchase mace in bulk.
    “The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, but violence takes lives away.”
    —Bible: Hebrew, Proverbs

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