B Is For Bitterness (poem)

By Luke Labern

Ah, rightly wronged. What's worse
Than waiting patiently
For misery? Modern curse;
Weakness of mine most patently.

Well watch the clock and wait
Wait
      Wait
            Wait
                  Wait
Fret.
Don't worry, don't think, don't sweat.

Too late. I lost it all
Again. So I sink
And slither home, upset and appalled.
Why can't I control what I think?

I foresee misery
But can't prevent it.
So I become most miserly.
So, I guess you'll . . .

I said I guess you'll . . .

I guess you'll have to deal with my shit.