Don't Ask Me

“don't ask me a thing “

she said just warming up

just firing up

“i'm just gonna tell ya everything anyway

my legs hurt i wanna sit down

and i don't really care about your day

the bus was late my car wouldn't start

bloody Volvo drivers” she said and tutted

“whole damn country down the toilet

and i bet you they left the seat up”

she rambled on and on and on

inflated by the silence all around her

she continued her heartfelt rant

she spoke out aloud this day

defiance in her watery eye

and every one

up and down the waiting hall

hung off her every word

she didn't need a prompt

script less she wove a tumultuous tale

“government is off its fuckin head” she said

“it used to be nice around here

it used to be all fields

and now it’s gone “

one woman down the hall

turned her head,

and made the mistake

of addressing our orator

she was cut down in a second

by a scathing well practiced tongue

“i'm half Italian” she said

“so i know how to be a wog “

she smiled coyly to herself

and then

it was my turn to speak

“c’mon Nanna we gotta go!”

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