Nervous headaches? Bulging veins?
Stop playfully lobbing snowballs
At your girlfriend while standing
In the middle of the intersection.
You are not in a Land's End
catalog; you are blocking
Traffic. That's a sin these days.
We have laws, son.
So I pick you up in my rental car.
We leave the girlfriend behind.
You were bored anyway.
Your preschool teacher lectures you
From the front seat -- but she's
The same age as us.
My head throbs as the tires mash
Against the snow. The winds keeps swirling
Around us, like pink elephants around a
Drunk cartoon character. I'd rather be
Someplace else, but I'm stuck in your
If I had left you by the side of the road to freeze,
I could be having graham crackers and playing house right now.
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