Sonnet: To the Lady with the Lexus in the Mall Parking Lot
A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
Hast thou. (If Nature worked at Bloomingdales).
Ne’er with body fat are you tainted;
Always thou sport raven-hued fingernails.
Why did’st thou park thy car so close to mine?
Whereupon “compact vehicles only” are?
This parking lot is no longer sublime;
Any movement slight, and your SUV I will mar.
I rage, I rage, and shoot daggers at you
Snarling “remove your Lexus from my car.”
Mouth a-smirk, you say “that’s not a Lexus.” Ew.
Bags into trunk, your thoughts from me are far.
I don’t give a crap it’s not a Lexus.
That’s not the goddamn point of writing this.
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