Duel-Ed Poem by Kim Mulroney

I took a walk once, to calm down.
Needed to find a place to spit up the bitters you serve.

I am simple and plain. No frills, thrills, or pills.
What you see is what you get, hardnosed and un-posed.
I spell my way and say what I say.
I may go ahead and do it or yawn and sleep right through it.

Whatever the choice, it’s my voice.

So spite me friend, and see how I pretend niceties.
Vengeance you say? I have no time to sway for your
Numb nutty-ness. Although it would be pure bliss to
Watch you cave in like a cinder ash, an oozing rash I could
Dissipate with a smear of antibiotic.
Weakly structured germs, squirm under the magnifier you know.

Then when required to back up the boisterousness,
out comes the plastic squirt gun filled with warm malice.
A slapped face duel, word, the absurd weapon of the hour
Sadly I cannot oblige, for you lied and came
Unarmed.

K. Mulroney
06-8-2009