Pushing Buttons, A Short but Not Nice Poem

Is it really so hard

to push the button on the car door

the door your grubby hands

have smeared

and made sticky

Is it so hard

to push the button and --

hey look at that!?

make the window

seal out the rain?

If you pushed the button

to make the window go down

and I have yet to understand

why you would do that

as it fifty degrees and um? raining

but if you could push the button

to open the window

could you not

also

push the button to close it?

See, the rain gets in and

makes the seats and the carpet on the floor

and the sweatshirts and

the backpacks and

the marker-colored papers you left behind

it makes them all very very wet

like smelly wet because

wet shit smells.

Let that be

lesson number one.

Lesson number two: push the stupid buttons

next time and I mean this

like when I say "wipe!"

and "furniture!" and

"don't for the love of God lick that!"

And I mean it when I say

I have but a few buttons, Short Drunk People:

do

not

push me.