the angry line

there is an angry
line
at your window.
it's seven a.m.
and already the world
is up in arms
about something
you can't do
anything about.
but you hear their
complaints
one by one, they
want to blame so
much on you.
gently you steer
them towards
the truth
and hold a small
mirror up their
red faces. look,
look, you say.
there is your problem,
not me,
but i'll help you,
once you
calm down, now
go over there
and take a seat.