Bad Mood Murph

The Mexican pushed his way in front of me
in an aisle reserved for Americans at Wal-Mart.
I told him in my best Spanish,

“Pendayho, you vant me to call La Migra?”
Ticked off, the illegal stormed his way
to women’s wear.

I’m a grouchy, old scrooge.
I don’t put up with no nonsense,
or good sense!

I’m set in my ways.
As you can tell, I don’t like Mexicans,
Vietnamese or blacks---

and find the prejudice endearing in myself, hehe.
I buy my laxative, limp to my car (old war injury)
and drive home at ten miles an hour.

I don’t hear angry people honking at me,
and if I did,
I’d shoot the bird at them in such appreciation.