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there was a streak in me recently, a streak of orneriness 3 miles long it had been growing like an anaconda in the amazon for awhile this orneriness had teeth and a very snaky smile it had goose flesh and as I overheard her I felt its gaping eager jaws gnashing then snap shut she was a dingy-dyed-dirty blond aristocrat entitlement crackling in every word she spat she was affecting our ambiance that is, the dining atmosphere of the orneriness and mine I felt the snake inside me thrash and wish to grab her spine from the inside like the Predator would its prey really, she was affecting other people in this way with her toxic verbal spray SHUT UP she told the nice dish busser who was lowly in her mind SHUT UP you're making too much racket if you don't I'll inform your Manager and he'll have your behind.... SHUT UP are you stupid or what? SHUT UP am I just talking to myself, I've had more than quite enough... nope, it didn't matter that the fellow apologized nor the fact that a little girl began to sniffle and quietly cry so the orneriness and I decided to settle the score we scooped our dishes up and headed for the buckets right behind this bore and we let them all go with a smash she was mightily startled by the crash my orneriness and I got the last cackle in didn't feel one ounce of sorry nor chagrin she needed an unsubtle reminder of what its like to be the receiver of an unkindness I'm sure her golden bangles made quite the jangle as her highness's be-hinder jumped to rise I guess the orneriness caught us both by great surprise. COPYRIGHT JUNE 9 2014/ AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL THE AUTHOR RETAINS/OWNS ALL RIGHTS TO THIS PIECE MELOO/MELISSA A HOWELLS TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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