I knew this guy
He always complained
And complained
Nothing made him happy
He called women evil
And called men pussies
“Hey man,” I said
“You got anything nice to say?”
“Fuck you!” He said
“You don’t know how hard my life is!”
He drove away angry
In his giant diesel pickup
With cab lights and rear light bracket
Stirring up dust and rocks
Making him feel like a big man
Too many guys are like that
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 