The rude one is only one of many
who populate my inner committee
an unruly group of stubborn complexes
who try to run my life.
My vigilant effort to tame these insubordinates
is ongoing,endless.
I've wheedled and flattered
and when that didn't work
actually reasoned
with the most recalcitrant members
but it only makes them more determined.
Besides, they have my number.
They've sat too often with my therapist,
wringing their collective hands in commiseration,
cluking sympathetically,
when all along they were gathering ammunition.
Now they are doling out assingments-
I can hear the papers shuffling-
and what's more,
calling in new recruits from the streets.

Martha Grant: The Committee