Sitting in my office, eyes swollen, looking <br />as if I had been in a bar fight last night <br /> <br />June is going to kill me, she needs production <br />numbers which I can’t supply due to mental <br /> <br />malfunction, the committee will hang me; they <br />blithely want to forge ahead with a new date <br /> <br />without consulting the venue repeating the <br />same debacle - I’m not willing to go along <br /> <br />the Nile-Crocodile has been reduced to a teeth- <br />gnashing reptile by last night’s eating wrong meat <br /> <br />marinated in their own basting; iron bar pressures <br />mounting in the head, without psychological fears <br /> <br />I would have stayed in bed; but I always keep going – <br />food intolerance is a life-long companion <br /> <br />although it changes me into a Conspiracy-Fearing <br />Moron with Persecution Mania – at least <br /> <br />knowing the causes helps me to laugh at all my <br />anxieties and fears – afterwards <br /> <br />right now sitting in crocodilian silence hating <br />the world - while plotting to hang myself…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-conspiracy-fearing-moron-persecution-mania/
