The Bitch Who Screwed up My Day

Ok, so this is one of those poems that I am really not proud of writing but at the end of the day when I read it, it always brings a grin to my face. I use writing to express my inner feelings, it may be happiness or anger or confusion and this is one of the poems I have written to express my anger. I know that this is not the best way to make use of my talent but this helped me calm my mind. Here it goes..... I also apologize for the use of inappropriate language. 

I left home in a very good mood,
Smiles for everyone and not being rude,
I even gave a beggar my own food,
And listened him prey for the sake of my good.


Late was my friend who kept me waiting,
But I was patient and was not hating,
For we were to go for a very worthy cause,
I wasn't angry at this short pause.


After quiet a journey we arrived at the place,
hoping to study with good grace,
we were walking towards the hall at our own pace,
when that bitch looked at me with a straight face.


"You there, child, come here at once!
This kind of clothing is prohibited, haven't I told you before"
I got so angry, I pictured a thousand guns,
There is no such rule, don't tell me therefore.


So I told her, what I want I'll wear,
Telling me what to do, don't you dare!
Still making false arguments she stood there,
Shouting was my heart, fucking bitch beware!


"Calm down pal" was what my friend could say,
But I thought of revenge and the price she had to pay,
For that bloody slut who got on my way,
Ruined my good mood and screwed up my day!!!