Lovingly Smother [c] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Sister Self-Righteous interrogates delinquent me
on the noises emanating from my work station, the
mouse falling from the box to lift it high enough for
me standing, not sitting, at my do-it-yourself table
made from a large piece of strong carton balanced
on 2 home-made reinforced boxes to lift the key-
board for typing while standing, and a third box

For the text I'm working on, Sister Self-Righteous is
a totally dedicated, moral and ethical phenomenon,
so much so I'm against self-congratulating ethics, my
inner Meg-Cabot-Juvenile-Heroine explodes onto the
scene and makes terrible remarks in my head: What
Does Sister Perfect & Self-Righteous Expect, Should
I Commit Hara-Kiri Just Because I Can't Sit Down ON

The Torture Instrument They Call a Chair around Here -
I wish I were Susan Sto Helit to stop time and clobber
the immobile Sister Self-Righteous, preferably breaking
her fingers so she can never invade my space with her
noisy typing, attacking the keys as if she were sending
Morse code in WWII, but hey, I'm not Susan, so as a
Meg-Cabot-Clone I would like to lovingly smother

Sister Self-Righteous with a Blue Fantasy Blanket until
she joins the Saints where she belongs with her Halo
alight & self-righteousness no longer seems like spite…