Freedom Curtailed 4.25.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

First you frustrated about collecting Nici
at eleven tonight, sitting up till it is time to
go, not even enjoying a glass of wine –
then visitors for tomorrow

An arrogant and self-centred, bombastic,
loud person – flattens everyone with a
four-wheel drive of conversation that
doesn’t leave anyone

Room to breathe - when I was warned
not to eat anything wrong in order to
serve HER tomorrow, I ate a bread
roll and pork ribs in revolt

Although I feel bad, I’m also self-
destructively glad that I won’t be
able to serve her well; it is terrible
when someone rides roughshod

Over everyone else and every sentence
starts with ‘ I, me, my’ to inform what she
did, thought and felt; moving through
such a horrible hurricane of egoism

Is quite difficult – but I might get away by
bringing fairytales into the conversation,
most people are relieved when I withdraw
after mentioning fairies in stories

How wonderful to be frustrated together,
frustrated and irritated because our
freedom is curtailed!

25 April 2009