A Woman’s Rant

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #267

Words:  you, free mess, scream, date, pot, submit, chest, after, will, rinse, ashes

She screamed, “you smoke
too much pot. I do not care
if it is free or not. Check
out that mess in the kitchen–
fried chicken bones, empty
containers, candy wrappers,
cigarette butts piled in ashtrays
like camping tents–looks like
a tornado funneled
its way in, destroying
only food. Forty-two?
More like two. Grow up.
Clean up that disaster,
and rinse out those containers.
You will not feel so chesty
if you have to submit
to a drug test. Best not lose
your job, or I’ll have you swept
up with the rest of the trash.”


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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13 Responses to A Woman’s Rant

  1. Kathleen says:

    Wowsers. Madwoman!! 😊

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  2. Ha, he better take warning sounds like he’s married to a strong woman, or maybe mama is finally ready to cut the apron strings on a 42 year old child. Love this rant.


  3. This is for me a chilling reminder of a flat-share I had in London when I was an impressionable young person! I’ll say no more!

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  4. Jae Rose says:

    I love your ability with language – me and miss Alice were smiling from ear to ear 😉

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  5. colonialist says:

    Love the Wordle words tied to a tirade. Seems he deserves one, though!

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  6. What is taking you so long!
    Throw the bum out. A little tough love.
    if the protagonist needs help in order to do so, there are support groups for the families of addicts or grown-up children who won’t grow up.
    In any case, your piece obviously riled me up.
    A good sign in a poem.
    Sorry for the rant.

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