Today's Poetic Asides poem prompt asked participants to write a "TMI" poem. Since there's always that person at the grocery store announcing to everyone the details of his or her life, I thought I'd use that in a poem...Here's the draft.
THE GIRL ON HER CELL PHONE IN THE GROCERY STORE LINE
“Omigod!” She shouted into the metal device, attached to her head
“Whatta jerk, dontcha just wish he were dead!”
“Well of course, you dummy, can’t you just see?
If a guy treated me like that, I’d know he just wasn’t into me!”
She unloaded her basket
And with what she said next,
I was sure she’d blow a gasket
“Well, duh, if he sleeps around so much
You’re going to have a rash that no one will touch!”
“Dude, I remember this one time this guy
I dated wanted me to try Spanish fly.”
She dropped her Lean Cuisine onto the conveyer
And proceeded to say “Yeah, he was a total player.”
Down the line, her produce did cruise
When she asked, “Did you see that girl’s shoes?”
While the cashier waited patiently to ask for some cash
Into the phone she shouted, “I know, she has a huge ass!”
“Uggh, I don’t see what he sees in her, it’s totally unfair!”
It wasn’t until that moment that she caught the clerk’s glare.
“Sorry” she mouthed and handed over her card,
“This is what I tell you, never let down your guard!”
The clerk bagged her entire grocery order
While she spoke of her attention deficit disorder.
She picked up her bag, turned without thanks
And told her friend she’d be there in twenty for drinks.
