The Service Department: Composed in Dejection on the Phone

You can do a lot with your phone
I just finished the New Yorker article
Covering disaffection among adult males
The next story gives an account
Of atrocious treatment leveled against
A group of people by another group of people
So I decide instead to make a note to self
But find little motive beyond boredom and avoidance
For hacking out these lines
On the unpleasant small touchscreen
So much for hooking the reader’s interest eh
So now I’m free to express myself uncensored
And I rack my brain a little bit
Seeking some inflammatory disclosure
I should have been a more patient and affectionate father
Not that inflammatory
I used to take drugs and drink too much
A story far from unique
And kind of a humblebrag in the used to
At the suggestive age of 69
I’m not the sexual athlete I once was
But my wife and I married in childhood
Or rather I was a child
Though she is younger than I
And oh the pleasure of her well-grown body
Have remained faithful and in love
I became somewhat adult when children came along
With the responsibilities yes
But also the distractions resentments sorrows and cares of adulthood
Rage joy and uncertainty
Annoyance annoyance and irritation
And the vicious irrevocable errors
But not the special sins of great sinners
So I’m not the lurid stuff of the tabloids
Outdated reference
The stuff of reality TV
Not particularly fresh
I’m old and not quite dead
That’s the ticket
Obese and hard of hearing
Apnea hypertension and reflux
Six pills in the morning and two at bedtime
I’ve even shaved off my little professor’s beard
Once so dark and commanding
I just received the good news that an hour in
My car has just made it up on the rack
Why do they even pretend to have made an appointment
I still play tunes when I can in the basement studio
And populate these pages that offer some relief
In utterances timely or untimely
From the tedium of free coffee
Or what claims to be coffee
While awaiting the outcome of the recall notice

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