i can't believe i said that

you say many
stupid things
throughout the day.
you bring up
hitler at odd times
and get looks
that aren't good.
you do poor imitations
of other ethinicities.
mimicing their language
and expressions.
it's pathetic and
insensitive.
you are basically
a tenth grader
needing a good talking to.
a smack in
the proverbial mouth.
and while lying
in bed late at night,
pondering these
revelations about your
immaturity, you
start to laugh and think
of the time
you got a wad of
gum stuck in vivian
shalloway's long black
cheerleader hair
while dancing to
sgt. pepper's lonely
hearts club band in her
parent's basement.