"What blasphemy!" You cry
with an outraged indignation.
"How dare you such a wrong?"
I couldn't help but care even less
as you stared me down
with the line in the middle of your eyebrows
furrowed deep
accentuating the vein that runs
just above your left eye.
Funny how you feel so completely,
utterly,
offended
at something so small that has no bearing
on your personal enjoyment.
Regardless, I won't listen to your
throes and complaints.
I'm listening to Christmas music
this week,
be it before Thanksgiving
or no.
No comments:
Post a Comment