Micro

She is a
Marvelous clever
Business manager but
She cannot cook and insists
On trying to prepare family
Meals using a microwave
But she is my father’s
Wife and my step-
Mother so some
Discretion is
Needed so
I chew a
Piece
Of rubber
Chicken that
I suspect came
From the stage props
Of Groucho Marx’ old show.
I wonder what thing I am
Proud of doing is a joke
My family or friends
Are too polite to
Tell me I am
Terrible at
Doing but
There’s
Too many
To mention.
Better illusion
Than the truth.
Politeness is the
Oil in society’s gears.
I am only visiting so
Not a regular dine-
In guest, I know
To stop for a
Burger on
The way
To eat
Dinner at
Chez Micro.