"Hey Potty-Mouth! Like, stop expanding my toddler's vocabulary."
shouts my inner, angry uptight beatnik to this guy sitting two rows back.
And I toss an espresso over one shoulder into the eyes of this small-smiling fuck.
I maim him with my poetry.
I thunder him with cartoon thoughts
in my inner, angry, uptight beatnik mind.
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