Tag: anger

Don’t Take My Mad

I like my mad it suits me just fine Don’t try to take it, or break it  it’s mine.   I’m Tarzan on a swing Foreman in the ring my ire shoots out like a natural spring   I like my mad it keeps…

Back off, Jack

Per her fuming, she decided to be alone. painting by CD-W Perfume

Calf Slobber

My father is a worthless, sorry son of a bitch, no better than calves’ slobber. I’ve tried to find reasons to believe otherwise, I really have. How can a piece of apple pie be so good and so bad at the same time? Maybe…

I just spoke to the Prez

He sent me this email. I know The Affordable Care Act has it’s issues. Still. Here’s my response. I should have asked him to tweet a response back. Something about blood coming out of my you-know-what. Dammit! Why do I think of these things…

She Mopes Loud!

  I tried to ignore the crash from upstairs—the third one now. Reba shook her head, her smile fading. “She still up there caterwauling and hurling things ’cross her room. Poor chil’ don’t never seem to get a leg back up ’fore it drops…

Dear Russia,(note to self, omit “dear”)

I have your number in more ways than one. The tour company gave us this card before entry into your country in case  of an emergency. I kept it, taped it to my Mac, the one you will probably hack.   Although my husband and I had…