I feel sick to my stomach.
It can't be just me here,
fuming at the radio host,
you know the one
talking about me
the one who doesn't even know me,
and in That Tone!
Doesn't he have a mother or wife,
women in his life to teach him
to hold his thoughts until they make sense?
Even just for a moment?
To review the facts of life,
the rudiments of chemistry
biology
economics
education.
Even just
even for a minute?
What was he thinking?
What makes me want to vomit,
wait, I have to stop the car
and do this properly,
shout it out to the rest of
the frightened motorists
as I propel the vomit
of my words
on the side of the road.
"You know shit!!!!!!!"
There.
I feel better already.
This bile of mine has not known
such circumstances before.
Even in the middle ages!
I stopped, got out of traffic, put the window down, threw up on the side of the road where my mess could be expelled and not bother anybody. After all, I'm lady!
There now, couldn't he have been a gentleman?
