Tonight's Poet Corner: Good For You

Good For You
by Belinda Roddie

Good for you, sir,
for making me twitchy - for allowing my
two hands to clench and unclench at the
very out-of-whack tune of your whiny
pitch. For thinking you were some
modern day savior of the bus-goers,
telling that bicyclist what for. Yes,
how dare he even think to accept
common courtesy from a stranger, and to
top it off, you decide that snark is the best
witness to your great crusade. Fuck off,
my dear gentleman, lest you feel your
balls shrivel into wisps beneath your jeans
and your scowl sag above your plaid collar.
Do not bother to enlighten the scholarly masses
when you cannot get over the useless idiosyncrasies of
your everyday routine being offset by one iota.
You do not deserve depth if you only sink into the
shallow end of the pool. Breathe in the chlorine -
it suits your briny tongue better.