SCHADENFREUDE.

Ohhhhhhhh it makes me so happy. 
I don’t like that about myself.
But I find it EVER so satisfying.
To watch an open-hand slap to the face. 
Sometimes…
You just need to let people know they suck.
In a way that doesn’t outright say,
EABOD YOU RUDE FUCKIN’ JERK.
In a subtle way.
In a clever way.
With a little smack on the cheek, 
ta-ta for now, 
you a bitch, 
but I’m not saying that.
Not really.
I want to, but I’m not.
Not that it should ever be necessary. 
Not here. 
Not anywhere.
Why do some people make it necessary?
Ah, yes.
No manners.
No filter.
Maybe you want to scream,
DECORUM MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU HAVE IT?
Maybe that’s just me.
But you know you shouldn’t,
because that’s the same isn’t it?
Leave that to me.
I can.
So you don’t.
So you smack the cheek.
BUT, good.
A little open-hand slap,
just to say,
STOP 
while you’re behind.
You’re unkind.
Hey, that rhymed.
Hahahaha, I want to laugh forever at this
because 
he deserved it.

Second poem of the day. I think I like poetry… Jack Herlocker, formatting fixed.