I’m just a pussycat, really,
so why did I explode today –
use words I never use
to a poor defenceless call centre girl?
If I tell all, my blood pressure
will go through the roof again
so I won’t.
Suffice it to say that my bank
gave me the runaround,
passed me from pillar to post
and back again. It took an hour
to make a transfer no different
from any of hundreds
that I’ve made in twenty years.
This is no poem, it’s a rant.
I did apologise for the language
if not for the rage that caused it.
“Ever have a day when you weren’t quite yourself, or maybe you felt like more than your usual self? Did someone cross you and your claws came out? Or, you needed to find the mustang within yourself and break free? Or perhaps you morphed into mama grizzly or ran with the wolves? On the other hand, you could even have found your inner sloth and spent all day relaxing! Find the animal within yourself, or within a character. We’re going to leave the actual critters at the zoo. I want the beast inside you to come out. Or the animal beauty!” This was the prompt that met my eyes at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2012/01/fireblossom-friday-2you-animal.html just after I had put the phone down on the bank, snarling and spitting. No animal beauty in me I’m afraid. I used some of my spleen to write what my bank manager Dad used to call a stinker of a letter which I will not send until I’ve cooled down!