Why Do You Do That

The mind has not yet kicked in But the mouth cannot stop talking Spewing nonsense and stupidity Making me feel angry-mad Not crazier than my usual, not that kind of mad. Why do you do that? I shriek at my tell-all mouth. She sneers at me, curving in an evil way. She bullies me, laughs and spits at me. I hate her twisted awfulness. I hate it when she goes off on her own. I decide to take her to the dentist. That’ll learn her.