Chaotic isn't it?
When internal struggles physicalises and ever so vocally declare it's presence.
I am not used to being on the other side.
The side that is down will such ill luck,
getting tested by someone who isn't at all polite.
How am I supposed to just keep silent when he stands there,
all imposing, the evil eye staring out at me-challenging me.
He, the biased one, ever so deadly serious,
staring at me, AT me.
That moment, I wanted to grab something, anything, and smash it on his face.
He didn't intend to let me pass in the first place.
So why waste my time, and oh yes, why waste your highness' precious time.
You should be going home early,
and feed your 12 parots and 27 cats and 44 dogs - your so-called family.
Can't believe you mister!
Do hope she shines upon me tomorrow.
Grant me someone wider, nicer and all-round, better.
A more wholesome one,
please.
I've received more than I can take.
And it is no longer funny.