He's Resting And Doesn'T Give A Damn Poem by Robin Bennett

Love, why is everything such an argument?
I'm exhausted from watching you beat that
long since dead horse. For once can we
pretend to be adults and leave the dead
and the glue factory out of it? I'm not interested
in what your dead father would do. Please
take your self out of the graveyard and the past.
He's resting and honestly I don't think he gives
a damn.

We fail at everything. Never do we agree on
who is to blame. Usually it's you, if you want
the truth. The wrinkle in your shirt, no one bathed
the dogs this week, someone forgot to buy cheese.
Your Hitler lists of " do not touch the thermostat",
or other mind numbing dictator speak, meet their fate
in the shredder.

I am the perfect scapegoat. I'm weak from years of
torture, you've caused me to lose my voice and most
of my sanity. You stay downstairs in your communist
kingdom, while I seek shelter in the dark upstairs.