Brinkman

I see in me the Brinkman rise –
The Brinkman I’d always despised:
A grown adult with childish fret,
And childish whim and childish threat.
Intimidating with his mood,
Uncertain whether bad or good,
Uncertain what will trigger rage
Uncertain how at all to gauge
The okayness of homely life.
Tomorrow when I have a wife
Will I, like him, be on the brink,
Compelling her to always think
How every single act of hers
Can make her marriage even worse?

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