by Anastasia Polyakov from Madison High School
Published in the 2006-2007 WITS Anthology Mostly What I’m Made Of
Rude people are metal
grating on metal.
They are the times you leave
and forget that one thing.
Like sitting on the bus next to
a five-pack-a-day smoker.
Rude people are the rip you find once
you get to the dance.
They are the last summer mosquito stuck
in your window screen.
Like the nails
on a chalkboard.