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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