Awful Things

 I find I get angry easily

but at other people’s mistakes.

I think awful things

when the lesser get in my way.

I push the close doors lift button

without a care for anybody else.

I want to get a head, have my say

at other’s expense,

if that is the only way.

I think awful things about inheritance,

car crashes and the like.

I smile at old ladies in the street,

as if that makes it all alright.