It really sucks
when you get mad
at your co-workers
instead of your managers.
You expect managers
to be assholes.
That’s part of their job
but it’s different
when it’s your co-worker;
your alleged comrade.
One time
was the morning
after a Jethro Tull concert.
One of—several of my colleagues
were pissing me off big time.
And it was weird because
I’d be humming “Bouree”
and then I’d lapse into
violent, homicidal urges
that are, by nature,
quite perturbing to me.
It was scary.
Hitler had Wagner.
I was getting afraid
that J.S. would be my demon.
I was rolling thru the morning
humming a few bars of “Bouree”
and then wishing I had
a gun or an Uzi
for even greater firepower
and going back & forth.
I couldn’t get into
a proper rhythm
as the day rolled along.
It was an epic battle
Between Johann Sebastian
and homicidal tendencies
but I am happy to report
that J.S. won out.
By day’s end, I was still
humming “Bouree”
but murderous intent was
vanquished from my heart
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