MFA
There are many
Who spend years studying and learning
To achieve an MFA
A distinguished degree for sure
Apparently my MFA is slightly different
And its genesis came from a recent text chat -
One with an old friend/lover/confidant
Someone who still knows how to push my buttons
It’s late and we’re chatting
And our repartee is always a bit sharp -
Because that’s the way we roll
And a few minutes in I ask -
Give me three words that describe me
Now there’s a moment
A short one for sure
Followed by
“That’s the best question you’ve ever asked”
And then
Mother Fucking Asshole
And I stop
And chuckle to myself
And decide
Yes I guess I own that – at least with her
But of course it can’t stop there
And I’m immediately challenged with the same question
Time is of the essence
So I respond -
Hot Psycho Bitch
She seems satisfied with the answer
And we text onto other matters
And then sign off
But her answer stuck with me
Because I realized that we all have buttons
And when they are pushed
You can get some real emotion
I related all this to another friend over lunch -
And as she wiped up the drink that poured out her nose
From laughing so hard at Mother Fucking Asshole
She came back with a more civilized approach
But you’re so trustworthy, sweet and adorable
And of course I like to think that’s all true
But sometimes its not
And I guess I can be
A Mother Fucking Asshole
When the buttons get pushed
And you just let it all go
Saying whatever is on the top of your head
No filter, No mercy
Well It’s not right
And not the way I generally approach my life
Trustworthy, sweet and adorable
Is a much better mantra
And I try to live up to that
But sometimes life tosses you the unexpected
And my MFA degree was surely one
Mother Fucking Asshole
Guess I work on being better than that going forward