And so he balled his fists
yelled at the world
all raging face
and spitting bile
Screamed how unfair
this baby sized ego
cloaked in man’s body
bald patch ablaze
Hammered the desk
certain of his thunder
His lion’s roar
Serengeti tantrum
Balled his fists
launched to his feet
Flecked and furious
ICBM out of control
But there was nothing
Nothing before him
Nothing to do
Nothing to fear
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Down he sat
sighed relief
settled his heart
breathed deep
And quietly
So quietly
He scanned the casulaties
Bloody strewn bodies
blast radius buddies
Collateral damage
And he thought
“What’s for dinner?”
And he thought
“Let’s do it all again tomorrow…”
And he thought
“Today was a good day…”
