Like a punch ball
between my spouse and life
she’s cursing me thru
her mobile gadget
adamant I have to fill-up
the water tank
for the coffee machine
we use also as a kettle.
I forgot this morn’.
WAM.
At unsolicited unsalaried
work for a holocaust museum
I am cursed for leaving on
the lights.
The schnitzel meat’s too hard-
since it’s pork.
The potato chips are too pale-
Take it back! The owner shouts
at his secretary Nica
who explains to him why.
I agree with her.
My investments burned
instead of doubling
hard earned cash went the
other way…
I curse and need two ice-cold
German Pils. Ahhh!
My efforts have a holiday
are spoiled and need a new
track back again.
Start afresh.
Blame yourself.
Have some time off.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’17.