The Ridicule

Jester.
Unkind heckler,
Cruel mimic
Callous buffoon.

Mondays come and go
Winter is creeping in
I’m sickly and slow
Crying, catching my breath
While you spook me.

Hoarse and hairy
Your groggy voice
Is hurtful, hushed
A caustic joke
It is not, not
Funny.

I can’t laugh
Or cry or scream
I am plain as yogurt
Terrible, cold viscous
Unsweetened.

You are between me
Like a squatter.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006