Featured Poet: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

THE IDIOT

The idiot comes up
to me yelling.
Something about a
phone call he received.

He said he did not want
to receive calls.
He wants me to call
back the complainers.

Perhaps the phone call
woke him up from
his morning nap or
his non-work related

internet search for
stupid videos
of midgets or
animals gone wild.

If the idiot was
not a person
of authority,
I’d tell him to fuck off.

But this fucking job
is important.
I need to feed
my family, so I must

take shit from time to
time. There are a
couple of hard asses
around here who

would never take his
yelling, and even the
idiot knows not to
fuck with those fools.

©2008 Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal/West Covina, CA