When given option to insult
or rant a bit to heart’s content,
I find my heart has changed anon
and find my raving spirit spent.
Spent on folly, spite, and pride
to elevate myself, you see
That goal, not conscious, not to me
simply seeking… corps d’esprit?
D’esprit – the spirit – of the soul;
We’re looking to belong.
But friendless souls are angry haunts;
degrading makes belonging wrong.
Wrong – the land where floors aren’t flat;
where one must strike a pose.
Give me a world where ranting’s odd,
and hurt – the act that no one chose.
Chose… a pipedream might this be?
still, I must dare try.
“Kindness Matters” – empty phrase?
Get off high horse – or fall draws nigh.
And last but not least, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving, or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. Or the raccoons who get into your garbage cans. For inspiration, perhaps you might look to this list of Shakespearean insults. Or, for all of you who grew up on cartoons from the 1980s, perhaps this compendium of Skeletor’s Best Insults might provide some insight.
I feel bad but I STILL like ranting.
Yet . . . you make a good point, monsieur.