It starts again, the cycle repeats. <br />From where it comes, I do not know. <br />You have to “Put down the seat! ” <br />she snarls, 'every time you go.' <br /> <br />Thirty three thousand, five hundred and eight renditions <br />I’ve put the seat in the preferred position. <br />And for this singular occasion of distraction, <br />Your anger puts my spirits in traction. <br /> <br />Hostility for days… <br />“You see this on the kitchen floor? Its dirt! ! ! ” <br />“You need to use the scrub brush.” A tone to hurt. <br />As if I don’t already have enough on my plate. <br />“No, I’m not going to do it” I said to leave no room <br />for question or debate. <br /> <br />TO DO: <br />Second coat and hang the shutters, <br />Touch up the outside trim. <br />Keep to myself all my mutters. <br /> <br />Patch and paint the stucco foundation <br />Power wash the steps. <br />Hold back emotions and language sanitation. <br /> <br />Paint the front and back doors <br />Replace the deck.. <br />All the while, do the regular chores: <br /> <br />Wash the dog, <br />clean the bathrooms, <br />vacuum the dog hair <br />mop the kitchen, <br />make the beds, <br />weed the garden, <br />mow the grass. <br /> <br />Do the daddy stuff, <br />Pay the bills. <br />What's wrong with you? ' <br />“WE CAN’T DRAG THIS OUT FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS! ” <br /> <br />July 2008<br /><br />Jon Albert Zimmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anxiety-s-other-victim/
