A Poem for Posterity

December 2007

You have no idea
of the turmoil you cause
when you go
on
a bitch rant.

Your rants help no one
Not even you
or your heart.
But they must make you feel good
Because you keep doing it.

The anger related chemical pathways
in your brain
are as wide as my ass

I will never
tell you to shut up
If you promise me
the same common courtesy.