Don't get fresh with me girlie …

Sometimes I wonder

whether the world

is being run

by smart people

who are putting us on

or by imbeciles

who really mean it.

Mark Twain

There is that four letter
word
we dare not utter
in mixed company

mutter to yourself
remember self-control
when
faced with traffic jams
long lines in supermarkets

doors slamming

in your face …

don't lose control
fall victim to
poverty of language
hold the phone
listen to canned music
get transferred for the third time
wait fifteen minutes
the person on the other end
can't get past
pronouncing your name

no politically incorrect adjectives

for the cute customer service rep
speaking to you from beautiful
downtown Mumbai

there are worst things
in the world
the four letter word
pales
by comparison

To the dreaded

three letter word ... old?

Watch your tongue, young lady!

Ah, the injustice
to find me

a post menopausal
fired up old teenager

what it was like

to be ... young?

Does she smile back

from the old photo album?

I see her

each morning

looking back at me

and bark, “Who the hell are you

and what are you doing

in my bathroom mirror?”

She snaps, "Get over it !"

I am Mad you know
mad as a hatter or a dog
or a woman
gone past 30 something
past “middle age”
damn
gone past menopause

Stressing at the edge ...

fOIS