There is, for some reason,
Something especially grim
About the nature of plastic cutlery,
Pocket books of poetry,
Portugal on a Tuesday,
And the wind chimes on the porch
When you’ve distinctly called
For their resignation.
It’s out of sorts to believe
You can solve these problems
With only a broiled potato.
The truth of it is
Lots of people are mean,
Including those with digital watches.
It’s how the world works,
I’m afraid.
