It is almost comical how the word
Pops into my head
In that high-pitched, robotic tone
Straight from The Lego Movie.
Yet, it’s another of those rueful little laughs
Where my mouth twists in ironic angles
As I watch you bearing down to
Control our every action,
Dole out the acceptable reaction.
Heaven forbid we stray from the script;
Hell to pay if your reins are snipped.
I recognize the extreme tweaking your
Boyhood self suffered under
In the heavy-handed barreling through
You do so well.
I can pinpoint your own Aspie “but-of-course-it should-be-this-way”
As you seek to Krazy glue us where
You think we ought to stand…
But, honestly, there are days it just can’t
Make it any easier that I can understand.
There are times I must scream-
Be it ever so fruitlessly-
That nobody appointed you sole leader
Of our haphazard little band…