Apparently, I'm in quite a bitter, yet poetic, mood today.
An Ode to the Dipshit at the Gym Yesterday...
You came up to the counter last night,
With a tone full of venom and spite.
You got in my face,
You fucking headcase.
Now I may string you up like a kite.
© 2006 Kevin Apgar
Here's a tip, jackass... when your "favorite" treadmill is on the fritz, USE ANOTHER ONE! Or, better yet, take advantage of our 65-degree weather and run outside.
I hate stupid people.
But I love limericks.
