i destroyed someone
just because they were beautiful
at the first person spoken word contest last night
because i hold a grudge
because i am ugly and old
because i could easily do it
maybe destroy is too harsh a word
it was just a slap at a young pup
he was on my furniture
as were his parents at the last event
or at least too close to my space
his step dad, skeltor, didnt look like he'd taken any viagra this night
and i sort of felt bad at the look of the old porno stars as they left
but i felt i had to do it
i was in the company of someone amused by my evil nature
i played to her audience
and destoyed dude a little
sorry?
rage issues?
or purely becuase i could
purely because of his beauty
and my spite
i didnt script the remarks
if i was truly going nuclear,
i could have unleashed the awesome power of my national merit scholarship semifinalist vocabulary
but it was a whimsical thing
a fun thing
a thing i might be sorry for someday
but not today
today i am a badass
who rights wrongs
who speaks up for misguided justice
an idiot with a microphone and an audience
o wait
i was drunk
thats it
i had a beer
it was affecting my judgement
darn multibillionaire brewries
im the victim here