spoiled brat of some faceless billionaire
demanding instant responses to her commands
as if the world were filled with nothing but hired help
I took my time in answering
in fact downright semi-ignored her
how she glowered in her tiny rage
and I flashed on an afterlife where I was riding on
what could only be described in earthly terms
as a conveyor belt of souls
passing her as she trudged one slow lifted leg
at a time in some celestial tar pit
muttering in a tearful despair
how hard to remember when we're wearing skin
that we all get what's coming to us
but I didn't forget this time
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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