Piss On My Poet Tree Publishing Presents
Universal Driftwood
A Collection of Poetry and Wandering Thoughts
For more information contact:
Sean S. Strain
Piss On My Poet Tree Publishing
PO Box 1444
Beach Haven NJ 08008
Copyright 2002
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Waking early to coughing fits.
Runny nose, screaming kids,
Race to get your coffee fix.
Shaking, aching and the shits.
Doctors’ visits and extra liquids,
Got to get better for soccer practice.
Soccer mom in lacy thong.
Soccer dad in denial.
This isn’t where I want to be.
Crying kids, minivans and PTA,
Overtime, dead-end job, Roth IRA,
Cheating wife, riding mowers,
Neighbors I don’t know coming over.
Fresh cut lawn, raking leaves,
Shoveling snow, Christmas trees,
Stupid toys never used,
Credit card debt abuse.
Santa Claus, Easter Bunny,
Lies we tell kids are funny.
Like, how happy we are.
Everyone in the car,
On vacation to JoyJoyville.
It’s all I can do
Not to kill the next person
Who says, “Hi”, “How’re doing?”
“Have a nice day!”
Summer sun and public pools,
When does the brat go to school?
“Stop splashing!” “Behave yourself!”
“He’s having fun.”
“Go to Hell!”
Marriage of convenience,
Not conversation.
Sitting on the couch, changing stations.
I have to find a new station in life.
Another beer,
Another hour.
Whatever happened to this love of ours?
Thoughts too deep for suburban minds,
Contemplating is a waste of time.
Time to walk the dog,
Make some dinner,
Nothing big,
We don’t eat together.
Later that night,
Time for bed,
Shut the lights.
“I love you”
“I love you, too”
Goodnight.
Waking early to coughing fits.
Runny nose, screaming kids,
Race to get your coffee fix.
Shaking, aching and the shits.
Doctors’ visits and extra liquids,
Got to get better for soccer practice.
Soccer mom in lacy thong.
Soccer dad in denial.
This isn’t where I want to be.
Crying kids, minivans and PTA,
Overtime, dead-end job, Roth IRA,
Cheating wife, riding mowers,
Neighbors I don’t know coming over.
Fresh cut lawn, raking leaves,
Shoveling snow, Christmas trees,
Stupid toys never used,
Credit card debt abuse.
Santa Claus, Easter Bunny,
Lies we tell kids are funny.
Like, how happy we are.
Everyone in the car,
On vacation to JoyJoyville.
It’s all I can do
Not to kill the next person
Who says, “Hi”, “How’re doing?”
“Have a nice day!”
Summer sun and public pools,
When does the brat go to school?
“Stop splashing!” “Behave yourself!”
“He’s having fun.”
“Go to Hell!”
Marriage of convenience,
Not conversation.
Sitting on the couch, changing stations.
I have to find a new station in life.
Another beer,
Another hour.
Whatever happened to this love of ours?
Thoughts too deep for suburban minds,
Contemplating is a waste of time.
Time to walk the dog,
Make some dinner,
Nothing big,
We don’t eat together.
Later that night,
Time for bed,
Shut the lights.
“I love you”
“I love you, too”
Goodnight.