Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when I noticed wide-eyed stares
scrunched up faces,
it dawned on me
people don't really want the truth
when they ask
"How's it going?"

you should never say that your asshole boss
has been harassing you for ten months
and you fantasize three or four times a day
about slicing off his balls and feeding them to the cat

it's not okay to say that finding a really raunchy
interactive porn site where girls will do and say
anything you instruct them to, relaxes you
since your wife started fucking the kid
that cuts your grass that your wife thinks
looks like Ashton Kutcher

people surely don't want to know that
your encounters with Father Murphy
have you thinking about calling Oprah Winfrey,
or your teenage son still wets the bed in the room
he never leaves designing graphically violent video games

forget trying to explain that your daughter in Chicago
is a bad ass hardcore indie film producer
and the founding member of The Dykes From Hell
Motorcycle Club, they just don't want to hear it

so now whenever someone asks me
how I am doing
I give the only appropriate response
Fine,
How about you ?

No one wants the truth. And there you have it.

Nice poem.

~A