politeness is the prison of pettiness

[betteroffbad]

questionoftheday asks: How polite are you? How petty are you?

My answer:

I always try to be polite
but in my heart, far out of sight
behind my heart's heart's heart's darkest door
pettiness rages like a tiny minotaur

politeness is pettiness' prison for sure
it scratches the heart-walls and sulks on the floor
when out on my face I am most accommodating
pettiness snorts in my heart, hotly waiting

to bust out of walls it will never bust out of
the heart has its walls which its jailers don't doubt of
besides theres the chest and the ribcage and whatnot
still pettiness rages miniscule and hot