Two Dudes

I got an e-mail from
two dudes who want me
to appear on their stupid
public access show if
their first-choice guests
fall through.

I told them to get used to
disappointment because that's
all life really is: disappointment
painted over in colors of happiness
and "wow, things are really going well!"
but that I would accept their offer.

A terrible poet should alway feel compelled
to appear on a terrible television show
that no one watches anyway.