Rant Ad Nauseam

I feel a rant coming on

about how entitlement

drips and spreads and sullies

everything. Today it’s about guys

who think their stones are so big

that they can say any damn thing

to anybody. Even to a woman

who says I don’t like you

and don’t talk to me and stop

contacting me. Even that woman,

or especially that woman.

Entitled bastards sure know

how to sully up lovely things,

I’ll give you that much. Nice going.

Now fuck off, entitled bastard.

No doubt tomorrow

I’ll have a new subject for ranting.

Whew, that feels better. Sometimes this shit just writes itself. Nonetheless I'm counting this as #24 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!