O, contemptuous man,
you driving the blue Chevy,
glaring at me crossing the Genesee,
holding your head up aloof,
condescending spirit visible.
But surely faltering at home,
given tongue lashings by the mistress.
Drive on, find purpose,
but let go of that ego.
7.21.2009
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