The Bitch Was Right

"What a bitch!" Was his quick response.

"How could she say that to me?"

What was her motive?

What did I do?

What does she want me to be?

 

So defensive... So damned touchy...

Can't she take a joke?

Can't she see my side of things?

Why must I wear her yolk?

I don't need this from anyone,

Won't take it anyway.

There's plenty more where she came from.

Tomorrow's another day.

 

Then comes tomorrow's calm reflection,

Simmering through the night.

Often said, a clearer head

Reveals the "bitch" was right.