I Am In a Bad and Horrible Mood

I am in a bad and horrible mood My scowl is deep and dark I am sitting in my pajamas plotting someone's death a variety of ways I see myself running them down with a wheelbarrow, and sticking a pitchfork in their arm. Maybe twisting it too I am glorying in the craziness of this madness which is something my placated self would never think I certainly would not do it but for some strange reason it gives me enormous satisfaction and I laugh Betrayal is something I do not abide and lies are the quickest way to get off my party list. I am scowling and swearing, deep in the throes of it When my friend Marge comes over to see what she can do She can do nothing; I refuse to let her in But she has a key which I had forgotten She comes in, gives me my favorite dessert, gets out my best lemonade glasses, and pours me a drink I love. I am trying my best to hate her for it; trying unsuccessfully to glower. Not quite ready to be nice