My Rant For the Day

There is no law that says that I must keep a Twitter page and write on it my actions of each and every day There is no law to force me to answer my telephone Or even to carry my cell whenever I leave home It's usually a telemarketer or some friend needing a favor The pure gall of some folks, just never seems to waver I challenge some one to put before me the chapter and the verse That says I have to add into every conversation an unladylike curse And If I'm home and to my front door you come knocking for a visit No jury would find me guilty of bad manners if to open it ...I didn't And while I'm on a rant let's touch on junk mail The cost of what is send out yearly, the U.S. deficit it would bail One more thing before I step down from my soap box I recall the days when everything you owned didn't need nailed down or behind locks Now my rant has ended, I vented my steam for a while Please move along, nothing to see here go about you day she says with a bitter smile