Short Fuse

I went to the store
To buy patience
But there was none left.

My short fuse was lit,
Like a volcano eruption,
An avalanche,
A riot,
It BURNED.

I yelled and cried and stumped my feet:
'I'd like to speak with the manager!
Where is the manager!?' 

A lady came by, with a serene smile and an effortless flair. 
She had all the patience in the world.
She calmly said: 
'My dear, patience isn't to be bought but rather - it must be earned.'

I wanted to shove her face into a toaster oven.
And prickle her feet with torches.
And tickle her belly with slime.

But I am a member of society -
so I sighed,
Frowned,
Rolled my eyes,
And left the store. 
​
I must have some patience after all.