Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

REALITY TV IS THE LIFE FOR ME

I fell asleep at the wheel,
I fell from a ladder,
I fell to my knees.

Some mundane tragedy
Overcame my uneventful
Trailer-park path
From birth to death
Without a spark.

I died
Was crippled
Robbed or raped
Taken to Hospital
Or put in a grave;

They knocked on the door
At the very wrong hour
Mama was distracted
Her disposition was sour
They gave her the news
Mumbled condolences
Or some fake "fate" excuse
And Mama screamed
Grinding her yellowed teeth:

"It is beyond disbelief
You officers of the law
Being so thoughtless
And so rude as to intrude
In this uncouth manner
On my vicarious grief!"


Manuela Cardiga