YOUR MOODS
Even the candles go out when you walk by,
I think you intimidate the hell out of them.
It's easier to crouch in a corner when you are angry,
But some day your head is going to explode
And I don't want that messy fallout all over me!
I'm not sure if you take bad moods to a new low
Or to a new high, but for sure, they are sooo annoying.
Sometimes I dream of lobbing dinner dishes at you,
With all kinds of spaghetti and junk still on them.
Even my familiar slinks behind the chair
When you are in one of your moods;
(My spirit guides just make an excuse, and disappear).
Even our resident ghost doesn't start moaning
Until you've had about five whiskies and passed out.
I looked in the phone book today under "Hitman,"
But just couldn't find one that wasn't too expensive.
I guess I'll just have to do the job myself.
I looked in the yellow pages under "Poisons",
But it seemed like an awful lot of trouble...
After all, by now I am used to you.
© Copyright 2/27/08
Beth Clare Johnson
(Mystic Raven)
