Some People

some people never go , sometimes I'll lie down behind the couchfor 3 or 4 'll find me 's Cherub, they'll say, andthey pour wine down my throatrub my chestsprinkle me with oils. then,

I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -curse them and the universeas I send them scattering over thelawn.

I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as apink overfed whale. some people never go truly horrible livesthey must lead.