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!