Thursday, April 26, 2018

The New Criterion Enueg by Sarah Skwire

I hate wet feet 
and well-done beef
hypocrisy, conceit.
I hate cold rain
and unearned fame
headaches, fever, pain.
I hate bad dreams
diminished means
and paranoiac schemes.
I hate clichés
the Roman Plays
all-you-can-eat buffets.
I hate pretension
blind convention
need I even mention
false contrition
salesmen on commissions
T.V. preachers
inept teachers
many-legged creatures.
And jello molds
and summer colds
viragoes, nags, and scolds
and income tax
and unjust acts
ad hominem attacks
and egoists
and narcissists
and also endless lists.
Sarah Skwire is a Fellow at Liberty Fund. She is the author of a collection of poems, The Evening Light (Story Line Press).

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