angry poetry

Those of you who are familiar with me being angry will know that I almost invariably end up writing poems about it.
Well, I turned down Pratty Email Guy when he asked me out AGAIN, and he called me an insane bitch. And I spent most of yesterday annoyed about it, and vowing that I wouldn't write ANY poetry about it, because he didn't even deserve that. And then I went and wrote it down...

You will not get a poem
Cause I will not waste my time
On a short insipid moron man
Who isn't worth a dime
You think I really give a crap
What you think about me?
If I did, I'd be much more pathetic
Than even you can be
I will not write a word on you
I will not waste my breath
You don't deserve a poem
All you do deserve is death
What a whiny weepy bastard
You can be when you get going
Well, you can go and drown yourself
And I'll go write a poem

I really have a weird brain...

wordless

And, once again, I'm left with absolutely nothing to say...

Why is it that if someone wants to talk about tv I can rattle on for at least three hours, but if something IMPORTANT comes up, I can't think of a thing to say?

Like today. One of my friends was having a horrible day, and really needing friendship, and support, and love and hugs and stuff, and all I could do was sit there and say "uh... yeah..."

It's not like I don't care - I just don't have a clue how to put it into words.