poem of the day 05.23.13

miss world

she’s at the bus stop

screaming on her cell phone

and then she’s on the bus

screaming to the friend sitting next to her

about some vulgar text message that she received

miss world

letting all of us dreary folks know how important she is

i told him nobody talks to me like that

nobody talk to me, she says

sending a warning throughout the b4 bus

miss world

with her eighteen year-old tits

and eighteen year-old ass

her eighteen year-old brain

i don’t remember eighteen year-old women

being this crass and stupid

when i was younger

but it’s a new dawn of narcissism in america

and hindsight is 20/20 anyway

and if i’m wrong in my nostalgia

then i just get to hate her anew

miss world

standing there clogging up the aisle

legs bowed like a cocky little angel

scrolling her phone

like a brooklyn high school princess who never farts

i told him to grow up, she says to her friend

grow the fuck up, she shouts

for emphasis

so badass in her catholic school plaid

she cackles her scorn

and shows her friend her cell phone

i mean look at all of these messages, she says

rows and rows

of pleasant vulgarities typed by idiot young men

who want to get inside her panties

i mean who do these boys think they are?

she says, laughing out loud

miss world

queen of the evening bus

everyone loves me too much

and that’s the problem, she says

her mouth so wide with wonder at herself

i’m willing to bet

that she’ll be sucking good administrative cock

by the time she gets

her fancy self-important ass

off to college.