beta male snapping at the top dog;
Gazing at Midday mates
perhaps a little less than the norm
lingering perhaps a little longer
at ads for male underwear;
Celebrating small triumphs with mousse
and crying into pillows for being a nobody;
Wondering every morning
whether to shave myself
or let the razor cut the jugular;
Waking early for exercise
but not before checking email;
Wild mood swings between vinaigrette salad
and cheese masala sandwich;
Reading the Dhammapada while failing at trying
not to think of a Canon Powershot SX 30;
And a serious desire to poison a puppy-poisoner.
My name is Milo Minderbender.
I am thirty years old.