age-appropriate.

and so i turned thirty
and rather than dirty
or excessively clean
i felt serene-

ready to grow up
rather than throw up
or drink till i'm muddled
--- i'm kind of befuddled.

adull-tery.

listen, new york,
i hate to admit it.
but i'm cheating on you
and i can't seem to quit it.

who is he, you ask?
well, let's just call him 'job'
he's neurotic, demanding
and a bit of a slob.

but, new york though i love you
it's to him that i'm pandering
will you ever forgive
such corporate philandering?

fine whining

they ordered food without me
i cant' believe it's true
and yet i see a burger
and what looks like chicken stew

they ordered food without me
so now i won't eat dinner
i'll just sit here, fuming, seething
oh, and getting thinner.