Ms. Smarty Pants

There is a girl I know
she lives off different shores
where the beaches have disappeared
but the salty water is evident
in everything she says or hears.

When I try to help her cook by offering her a knife,
it turns into a 9-1-1 call for help.
Clearly I was trying to take her life.
If I offer her water, she begins to whine
how devilish of me to try to be so kind.

I do not know why she is so wounded
or why she wounds me so.
Sometimes people are just too senstive
for their own good.
Sometimes people just need to be angry at another.
A sort of trial-by-fire,
courtesy of someone else's ire.

They say there is a cause and effect to everything, Karma.
They say the smallest things can trigger worldwide calamities.
Well, all my life I have avoided stepping on ants
but now I'm ready to rip off the wings of a butterfly
and see what transpires.

There is only so much a person can take.
Only so much animosity, hostility, double-talk and innuendos
before patience gets drilled over
like an unfit bouncer to a 'Stones concert.

So now here I sit, bereft of knowing why
but ready to deal with the ants
that have infiltrated the mind
of Ms. Smarty Pants.