Poem of the Week: Screaming Mimi

Greetings, readers!

Time for another “Poem of the Week!” This time, I’ve got another story poem for you that teaches the importance of keeping oneself together and the consequences of lashing out like an idiot at people. After all, I’m sure the majority of us have known at least one other person in our lives who’s needed a time out on account of having a bad temper. Without further ado, then, here’s Screaming Mimi. Enjoy!

*****

Screaming Mimi
March 20, 2013

Screaming Mimi was so rude
And generally had a bad attitude,
Always ready to live up to her name
And wail and holler and go insane
Whenever something she thought was wrong
Would go down, and in turn, her song
Would deafen the masses with its shrill cry
To the point where her listeners’ ears bled dry.
It didn’t matter, either, how out of line
It was for her to lash out at times
At her victims for their supposed crimes
They’d committed, at least according to her mind,
So bitter and twisted it was for some odd reason.
No matter that, though; ‘twas always the season
For her to screech, caterwaul, and carry on
And kill others’ sense of hearing with her song,
Never once thinking ‘bout how much of a fool
She ended up looking like, for such was no rule
With her, as all that she was concerned
With was how much folks knew she was burned,
Even if doing so meant shredding her throat
With her shrill voice at whoever got her goat
And bursting her lungs with all the hot air
She used in her shouting, for she didn’t care
‘Bout her personal health, only being loud
And obnoxious ‘cause her head was that far up in the clouds.
Not only that, but she also felt tough—
Like she could handle pretty much anything rough
With her piercing shriek, so maddening as it was
To the point where her latest scream caused such a buzz
That it caught the attention of her boss,
And when he heard about it, he became quite cross
And embarrassed at the thought of anyone
On his payroll behaving more savagely than street scum:
Abusive, abrasive, and uncivilized,
So the next day at work, when he met her eye-to-eye
In the sanctum of his office, he gave her what for—
Verbally, not physically, yet he nonetheless tore
Her a new hide with the words he chose
To describe her behavior, and when he rose
From his desk as he continued scolding her,
Keeping his voice even and low, molding her
The fate she was destined for based on her actions,
He stood tall, refusing to give her the satisfaction
Of him stooping to her level and screaming
Like a drunken lunatic, ranting and reaming,
And instead told her something she did fear—
Something she’d never dreamt she’d hear.
Basically, he told her to hit the bricks,
For no longer would he put up with her hissy fits—
Her intoxicated, self-righteous fury—
And within the next minute, she’d better scurry
To a psychotherapist to seek relief
If she ever wanted to spare others her grief
As well as herself, too, for anger knows
No limits and only continues to grow
Within people if not at once kept in check.
So, then, has Mimi seen a shrink yet?
Honestly, folks, I’ll never know,
For that bit was almost two decades ago.
All I can recall was how she tried to protest
Refusing to give the issue any rest
And instead doing the one thing she knew how to do
And scream at her boss ‘til her face turned blue.
Sad for her, though, that wail was the last straw
For her scratched-up throat, which already was so raw
From all the banshee bellowing she’d long done before,
So chances are she’ll never scream any more,
Even if she fails to keep herself in line,
With or without anyone overseeing her at the time.
Nonetheless, all, learn her lesson well,
Lest you, too, want to end up in some kind of hell:
Always keep your cool, no matter where you go,
No matter what you do, for no one needs more woe
In this messed-up world, violent as it is now,
And if we’re to move forward, we all must learn how
To be more civilized, no matter how ticked
We end up feeling in our goings-on with
Everyone else in today’s society.
Peace, love, and respect is how it’s all got to be—
Peace within your heart, peace within your soul,
And peace of mind for us all, even when we’re old,
And even if your anger gets the better of you,
Hopefully from now on, you’ll know what to do:
Find a constructive way to purge your hostility,
Lest you, too, wish to end up like Screaming Mimi.

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Well, that should do it for today. I hope that all of you who have read this poem have found some enjoyment from it and will remember it for those moments when you yourselves feel like lashing out at the world for whatever reason, for really, no one needs to turn into the kind of person that’s been described in the poem above. All lecturing aside, thank you all once again for stopping by, and as always, please check out my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk. Until next time, then, folks, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

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2 thoughts on “Poem of the Week: Screaming Mimi

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