retribution

whispering winds tell me a story,
a really nasty horrible story,
about that brown haired little bitch
who bit the pink eraser
off my #2 pencil and kicked me
on the left shin back in sixth grade

for twenty years i've hoped
(and hoped and hoped) that she
is suffering somewhere for her
transgression against me, please
tell me it's true. tell me how she
flew from the swing at its apex
landed wrong and screamed as
her lithe little ankle snapped.

tell me it's right. tell me how she
went to bite a piece of asparagus
and missed -- catching her tongue
and nibbling off the tip.

tell me it's good. tell me how she
would try to get into college but
failed due to her incorrigible nature
and ended up with a lifetime of Wendy's
on her fat cellute riddled ass.

Whispering wind, you suck
i just saw her. she's perfect.