Rebels
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read

I poked holes in my socks
because good thinking requires
to be 5 steps ahead of the other player.
“What a rebel, what a rebel!” we screamed
when you opened your trench coat and pulled out
a fork for the French onion soup.
Was it one of your mad diets where
You can only chew your food but not swallow it?
You cried the other night because
unicorns were not real and your tax code didn’t exist anymore,
oh, what a perfect reason for a cry-fest.
You said “cry-fest” was not a word and I insisted anything
I say out loud becomes one.
It stank like decomposing rats in our kitchen
and we didn’t try to find where it came from
Only bought a bottle of Fabreeze instead, oh what a time to be.
