You should have been born a man
–No disrespect to men, or anything
–But one of those stereo-typical,
Narcissistic, paranoid, irresponsible,
Lacking of commitment or
Understanding of anything outside yourself
Prepubescent with no aspirations
To do anything
Other than say…
Until years pass
And you’re almost 50
Out of shape
Constantly complaining about some ache or pain
Or crazy neighbor
Like a crotchety old man
30 years past his prime
“Those kids were talking behind my back.”
Because, you know,
That’s what preschoolers do.
But here you are
In the middle of life
With an expensive education and no experience
Or common sense to back up
Any flippant remark like
“The dinner your nanny made was so good,
I didn’t save you any.”
“It’s not about you,” and
“You know, you should get more “me” time.”
These things spout from your mouth
With no reference to open eyes,
Useful hands or a brain that processes
Outside information in any more
Complex way then a two-step process
That can’t possibly result in a conclusion other than,
“What about me?” in a whiny voice.
And the no-guilt sense of entitlement,
As if all the water you drink,
The food you eat,
the A/C you keep on 24/7
Should be a right and free
So you can spend 3 times more for a gourmet meal
To be delivered
than a family spends cooking fresh from the market.
Every lunch bought,
Every Starbucks coffee,
Every taxi ride to work
Was taken out of the pocket of
the single mother
you stole thousands from
Who walks to work with a thermos of coffee
and left-overs in her backpack.
And you and I know
that missed opportunities and advantages
have nothing to do with
skin color, gender, or age,
Some people are well-trained
to catch the red flags I missed.
Because once the money ran out,
So did you.
Poor little victim of circumstances
Your karma created.
Misery repels company.