lack of ambition

once again,
after reading
your note
when you left
this morning,
i see that you've
underestimated
my virtues, my
strengths, my
power and intellect.
my je ne sais
quois. mon petite
fleur. just because
i've lost my
keys, my car,
burned the toast
and left the oven
on all night, you
take me for a
fool, for just
a common man with
pedestrian values
and insights.
your comment about
my lack of ambition
almost makes me
want to get a job
and to stop drinking.
but no. i must be
doing something
right or why would
we keep having
this date every
single saturday night.