Poem-A-Day: Day 173

It's Ok, I had Subway Today

I look at people contemptuously.
Usually because I can't stand them.
They constantly ask questions
that border the realms of the retarded,
and they get angry
when they're not helped to their liking,
despite their best attempts to fool me
with as little information as possible.

So I stand,
shocked and filled with rage;
a ball of titanic, hate mongering power
set to explode
at the next short-sighted inquiry,
and unleash fists full of bullets
into the blank faces of the half-wit nation.