lady grace

 
rage becomes me  
picture this me in Walmart  
overcrowded and obnoxious  
I'm running down the aisles like a mad woman  
thinking get out of my fat ass  
and you too cell phone idiot blocking the aisle  
 
ooh I hate how ugly I can get  
so selfish in my pursuit to get where I'm going  
I imagine my cart a car I can mow people down with  
politely I say excuse me but it just doesn't go with the look of murder in my eyes  
where did my Christmas cheer go?  
this line of thinking is wicked  
indulging my demons who want to be aggressive  
 
I can't stand crowds of people  
in large groups, I think we somehow become dumb asses  
I take a deep breath and blow it out  
apologize to the powers that be for my tirade  
my patience again tested, boy did I flunk this one  
 
I want to be lady grace someday I see her looking out at the horizon  
so I compose myself knowing my patience will again be tested  
it's pass failure of course for all of us