Wry Amusement Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I've forgotten what it means when only one
person is allowed to live, the implications of
only you allowed to have your experience, the
rest of us are fools, complete nitwits claiming
to have an experience too and that so different

From omnipotent you - how unthinkable, how
illegal and despicable, I dared to suggest sun's
heat reflected from the wide concrete expanse
in the backyard heats the white sitting room &
even worse, the highest sin of them all, dared

To erect barriers against the heat outside as the
sliding doors have no blinds and you lost your
mind on noticing my transgression, I pulled it
down losing my calm - but ere I could write it
down, I listened to sweet music and now anger

Is spent, the hot fury making me wish to attack
you is gone - all that's left is wry amusement at
your selfish lack of consideration for anybody
except your own holy self and your infantile
insistence that I agree with your stupidity