I was waiting at the door of a discount store,
When I was banged three times by a cart,
I turned to see who was hitting me,
Mad enough to tear someone apart.
I fixed him with a stare, a real mean glare,
To warn him not to do it again,
I made me hot, enough to pitch his cart out in the lot,
And then go after him.
I decided to let it ride, till a lady by my side,
Said, “That man hit me twice.”
I lit out at a run, to stop that son of a gun,
And teach him how to be nice.
I found him once more, at the rear of the store,
Caught him and forced him apart,
I stood in his way and started to say,
You can’t hit people with your cart.
He said take a hike, I do as I like,
You’d better keep out of my way,
That added fuel to the fire, raising my ire,
And stepped close so I could say,
You owe an apology to that lady and me,
He just curled his lip in a sneer,
He stuck out his chin, drew back to hit me again,
I said, “Fella, you just pissed in your beer.”
I gave him a hard smile, kicked his cart down the aisle,
Drew a fist back to put him down,
He stepped back in fright and took off in flight,
Before I could stomp him into the ground.
Like a scared rabbit he ran, this rude swarthy man,
As I called him a dirty name.
I’m getting old, or so I’ve been told,
But I guess that I still am not tame.
A contest entry
- Music To My Ears by Brandan Shamaya.
600 points, ended July 22, 2008, 17 entries
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Wow, thanks for entering
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hey you did not lose control more men would do that fewer women would have too.. and less dangerous things would happen.
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Hi Rheea
I'm pretty sure he was an Arab. At least middle eastern. Haven't cared much for any of them since Operation Blue Bat. I guess that isn't entirely true. I got roped into doing so events for the Boy's club and I met some really nice Arab American kids. I am certain there are lots of nice ones, I just have been unfortunate enough to meet a lot of bad ones.
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Smile you make me think of my stud horse Rocket Every time I think he may be feeling his age a little on the trails he shows me is not=)
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Thank you for your kindness
Yes, I still neigh and kick the sides of my stall, but for the last few years I've been used as a teaser.
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It works for me. And it could be true. I hear bullies are some of the biggest cowards. Unless they’ve got their posse with them, they are all talk. Trouble is, I can’t tell the blowhards from the serial killers. Like I said, I like your poem.
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Thank you for your kindness
It always embarrasses me when I lose control of myself like that.
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