Can I have My Idiot Back?
“Can I have my idiot back?”
The smell of stale beer,
The stink of stupidity;
They assault me.
“Can I have my idiot back?”
The owner looks at me,
Gestures to him,
Forgets me.
“Can I have my idiot back?”
He stumbles over,
Trips over his feet,
Lands on me.
And I think:
Maybe I don’t want my idiot back.
He ruins my night,
Ruins my brother’s night;
Disappoints me.