Enemies Everywhere

Eddie is unemployed,

has been for months,

since he was caught

stealing company supplies,

now he sits on his old couch

drinking Budweiser beer

watching ESPN,

while his wife works

double-shifts as a waitress.

He hasn’t showered or

shaved in over a week,

his dirty socks and clothes

thrown around the room,

with beer cans piling

up in every corner.

He switches the channel

 “Over 1.3 million Iraqis

have died since our invasion.”

“Who gives a rat’s ass

about any Iraqi,

the only good Iraqi

is a dead Iraqi,”

he could feel his anger rage

as his face turns a deep red;

the zeitgeist bloodlust

swirling around

the living rooms

of the Bible Belt.

He wanted to throw his boot

through the TV screen,

but he knew he wouldn’t

be able to watch

RAW wrestling tonight, so

he settled himself down,