POEM OF THE DAY JUNE 8 2008

In maybe 4 seconds
you can take yourself out
and your whole family
and somebody else's
just by losing track
of which side of the white line
you are hurtling down
the road on.
4 seconds? Hell, 1.5 would do it
with time to spare
for a cut off scream.

Time is money and then some.
Why waste it
reading somebody's
assinine
tossed off
half-baked
and on top of it all
arrogantly obscure
and crammed with
non-sequiturs
shitty poem?

If a poem
doesn't do something for you
it is stealing from you.