Monster Truck Bitterness

Cousin Hemmy slams into family gatherings
Angrily, snorting like a powerful monster truck
Entering an arena.  On the blunt, menacing hood
Of her face is painted a savage smile,
Like that of a P-52 Tiger Shark
Diving down upon a Japanese Zero.
She growls like a rotweiller through the mud-pit
Of amenities, aggressive as big tires
Ripping ruts into a wet track, Crunching
Conversations into frowns of dismay,
Confrontational as a game of chicken.

Embarrassed, her mother begs her pardon.
"She's just bitter because of her failed marraige."

Yeah, her husband saw himself about to be crushed
And had the sense to get in his car, step on the gas
And get the hell out of her way.  Now here she comes.
Unfufilled dreams hang on her like the acrid fumes
Of deisel fuel, and the battered fenders
Of her psyche mask scars of even deeper pain.
Now she's a malevolent behemoth
Fueled by her early disillusion with love.
Heartbreak's passion has curdled to emnity's sludge.
An emotion that she's far more at ease with.