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He thought of this fallen society and how they deserved his boiling rage November 6, 2016

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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He waved his middle finger and called out “Whore!”

And the traffic moved like molasses all the same.

His nineteen eighty-four Corolla had a huge dent in the door

but he had no insurance so he couldn’t file a claim.

Everyone else is in the wrong, notwithstanding his tickets.

Speeding, weaving, a stack for illegal parking, yet,

none were his fault but he was lost in a legal thicket.

How was he deserving of things he could easily forget?

Bouncing around from cable customer service to Aeropostale,

soon he found himself on the midnight shift at the Waffle House.

In vacate hours all he could imagine was revenge for his folly,

even when he spilled syrup on a nun’s clean white blouse.

Someone more loathsome broke into his Corolla, stealing his CDs.

After his shift he had to pick through glass and assess the damage.

Bad enough theft but now stain and stench where the culprit pee’d.

He thought of this fallen society and how they deserved his boiling rage.

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