Non-scary Poems by DAR

That's Why

at my first real job I got in early one spring morn

before anyone else and started playing

the piano in the editor’s office. Beethoven,

quiet and grand. then the editor’s son came in,

MouthFat the publisher, and got embarrassed

by the music and grabbed Sir Cologne the ad manager,

who had just arrived in his too-small convertible,

and started mock-waltzing him around the office.

naturally I stopped playing and to make a long story

short that’s why I also stopped taking jobs.