she hates poetry
it’s as simple as can be
unlike the painter who flaunts
every stroke is taught
with purpose and poise
gets annoyed when i play LPs
says the hums and pops
put her at unease
but those low-fi mp3s
are too tinny for me
tired of the picture books
that stack up on shelves
she hates fantasy and sci-fi
says it’s a disease
to escape from reality
always worried
when i come home beaten and bruised
just turn on the news
guys like me that try to take it easy
get laid out on parade