dropping the mike

she's going to hell

on a speed pass I tell my friends.
she did this
then this, lied about that,

cheated, betrayed,
behaved like a complete lunatic
most of the time.

straight to hell
is where she's going

I tell them all
while standing
on my
soap box.

(what is a soap box?)

I tell them about the tree,
saddam Huessein,
the son's diaper,
the water skiing santa.

all the wackadoodle things she
said and did.

anyway. they laugh, and bend
over
hardly able to contain themselves
as I tell

them the tale.
good crowd, good crowd.

exhausted and sweating,
I step down from
the soapbox.

i'm ready to end this tour.
I've worn

this old bit out. but they love
the story
and I leave them howling.

I drop the mike.