Jalapeno Bowels

                Today was a disturbance 

                 of the peace.  It was broken.

                 Protesters congregated.

                 Anarchists raised their fists.

                 The police showed up

                 with riot gear and teargas.

                 Some days are like that.

                 So much unrest within the boundaries

                 of our lives.  I want to scream

                 at the nonsense.  There is too much      

                 shoving and foul language.  It is rude.

                 Just miserable as the weather.

                 Irritable as jalapeño bowels.