Bad Day

Going through the mall I found you, my fiancé,
Entangled in the arms of another, lips pressed
Together and tongues locked in a deceitful dance.
Wasn’t it just the day before that you dropped
Down on one knee to propose to me? The ring
That brightens my finger, isn’t it yours
That you gave as a token of your love?
So indignant I strode to you and tore you
From her embrace and while you plead to me
I drove my fist into her face before turning on you
And striking you across that lying cheek.
I was thrown out of the mall, of course, but
If you wish, you can find the ring among the dead
Bushes that border the front of the mall.
I have no need of such a token anymore.
In fury and slightly embarrassed from being thrown
Out of the mall for causing a disturbance, I got back
To my job where I was being trained in the art of tattooing.
When I arrived, I was told I was late.
Promptly I was fired and sent back to my car. I was
In such a fury that I was nearly weeping as I drove.
My distress hindered my best judgment, and
I ran through the yellow light without pausing to look.
A drunk driver sped through the still red light,
Impaled my chair, destroying in the passenger seat
Beyond recognition and repair. My new car
Totaled in an instant. Now I’m car-less, job-less,
And boyfriend-less. True story.
I should write a country song.