Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Mad About

I was waiting at the bus stop,
When this lady bumped into me,
Causing my class folder to drop,
Papers flying haphazardly,
As I'm trying to chase them down,
I give her a piece of my mind,
That could have been heard across town.
The bus comes and leaves me behind.
But, I keep on with my tirade,
Still picking up papers I dropped,
On a kicking, screaming crusade.
That old lady - I shoulda popped.

I was late, thanks to that dumb ass,
For my anger management class.