I feel a rant coming onabout how entitlementdrips and spreads and sullieseverything. Today it’s about guyswho think their stones are so bigthat they can say any damn thingto anybody. Even to a womanwho says I don’t like youand don’t talk to me and stopcontacting me. Even that woman,or especially that woman.Entitled bastards sure knowhow to sully up lovely things,I’ll give you that much. Nice going.Now fuck off, entitled bastard.No doubt tomorrowI’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!