The only place I feel safe these days
is in the shower.
But unlike James Parker,
the bracing, wakening surprise of icy water
has no appeal for me.
I like it hot, need it hot
hot as Hades
to give the little bastards a taste of hell,
any, that is, that might be clinging to me,
intending to feast and breed,
that they will flee and tell their compatriots,
Leave that son of a devil bitch alone,
and leave his friends and loved ones alone!
Don't go near them, hear??