Monday, March 30, 2020

Hot Water

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??

                                  
                                                                                                                     m.d. paust
        



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