I’ll be a rock thrown 
through your tinted window
  of complacency;

a flatted fifth of dissonance
jammed in your major chord;

an unknown factor
in your spreadsheet
  of prosperity;

a cuss word scrawled across
your cheerful Hallmark™ card;

a carbohydrate snuck
into your diet of conformity;

a funky syn-
  copation
in your humdrum rhythm of life.

I’ll be the steady drip
that wears away your marble coating;

the straw that ropes
your ostentatious
  hood ornament
and breaks its back.

October 24, 2004