Patience, Please
By Karen R. Porter
He talks and paces, bothers me all day.
He wrings his hands, sweats, then slams the door,
spills the water bowl across the floor and
leaves dirty dishes like fairy tale crumbs.
He wrings his hands, sweats, then slams the door,
and comes back in before I've settled down,
leaves dirty dishes like fairy tale crumbs.
He makes himself hard to ignore,
and comes back in before I've settled down.
I must get my thoughts in order, try to write.
He makes himself hard to ignore.
Even the dogs are getting nervous.
I must get my thoughts in order, try to write
before I am interrupted yet again.
Even the dogs are getting nervous
with his constant, agitated movement.
Before I am interrupted yet again
I really need to get this written down.
With his constant, agitated movement
I'm so distracted I can barely think.
I really need to get this written down.
I certainly could use some quiet time.
I'm so distracted I can barely think.
Will I ever have my privacy again?
I certainly could use some quiet time.
I could go rent a motel room.
Will I ever have my privacy again?
Heard the fast-food place in town is hiring.
I could go rent a motel room,
leave the paper opened to Help Wanted.
Heard the fast-food place in town is hiring,
and I got just their man!