"angry" poem.

Billboards, parking lots.
Shiny new lipstick like a bullet in Russian roulette.
At least you gotta hummer out of it
each driveway is packed to capacity
Our house with new boxes
plasma screens in every room
now you know how much I love you
I gotta very special fantasy football
maybe we can try it
Nuclear boredom sets in
with the missionaries in the master bedroom
(I'll take you out....make a big deal)
Vigorous pills swollen
the protestant work ethic
spoiled for strip malls.

Splattered up like a lanky alcoholic mom
splashing perfume on her face
gonna paint the town red,
maybe go at it with my new best friend
meet me in the bathroom stall
for white belts where everyone is beautiful
Was I being ironic? ..... I thought my T-shirt made it clear.