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POEM: the receptionist’s prayer

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the receptionist’s prayer

Dear Lord,
I am so tired of hearing
this pompous man talk about
how back in his day no child
would have ever spoken the
way today’s kids speak or how
he had to turn off some movie
because of “bonkadebonk”
language or how he knows
it’s a good day because he isn’t
listed in the obits in the newspaper
I mean there’s a limit to the amount
of smug self-righteousness I
can handle in one sitting
after a whole day of his holding
court in the waiting room, perched
on the arm of one of the easy chairs
I’m ready to hurl him into traffic
and turn up my music so I can’t
hear the resulting crash of metal
and also please give us world peace
Amen.

12 December 2012
Oak Street

Published in My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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