My Idiot Friend

My sworn frenemy, Mick Williams, wrote this hate poem to me and sent it to my inbox, where he knew that I would find it. People like him think they can write disjunctive poetry just by turning on the spigot. How wrong!  Then he writes me back and tells me to read down the first letter of each line. This does not redeem the awfulness of this poem, especially since he forgot the line beginning in "R". What an idiot!

Society Axe

Timber Image

Onto Others

Pleasing Myself

Wedding Plants

Red Sutures

Ignorant Fool

Touchy Subject

Interior Ripe

Notice Stung

Garage Sails

Period Stains

Overabundance

Eye Soar

Title Town

Yearly Dues

Organ Grinder

Race Baiting

Curtain Balls

Absurd Departure

System Wide

Eager Fools

Young Framing

Western Pies

Inside Lanes

Losing Patients

Learning Portal

Kids Drooling

Inept Colleague

Large Details 

Little Death

Your Mother

Overbearing

Underwhelm