Saturday Poem: Nasty
An abhorrent lawyer dressed in plaid, and
Argile socks, incoherently yelled at the
Abominable grocery clerk... that balding
Abusive husband who lived in my
Annoying building with his
Atrocious puppies, that always shit on my doormat.
Before the awful and awkward,
Bad-tempered beastly cocktail waitress
Begged me to buy her a mug of cheap
Beer at the woeful airport
Bar, while she acted like a
Bitchy, boorish housewife from Tenafly.
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