A Little Restraint King Missile

I was walking down 12th Street, which was fun, past the First Presbyterian Church, where I used to go to Sunday School, which I still have pleasant memories of. I still don't think of those Sunday School years as fundamental as brainwashing for the Patriarchy, so it was a pleasant stroll down 12th Street until I came upon 6th Avenue, and I saw this shithead getting out of his car. I could tell immediately that he was a shithead because the back of his t-shirt said, "As a former fetus, I oppose abortion". My first instinct was to shout at him, "As a fellow former fetus, I wish you had been an abortion", but I let him walk on ahead of me because I'm not a violent man, I'm not a violent man, but I could already picture myself jumping him from behind and punching him and punching him until my knuckles and his face were a barely distinguishable, bloody, mangled mess so I figured, "Let him walk ahead of me, get away from me, get--get away from me, I don't even want to look at you, you ugly, you smarmy pig", because I figured, what good would it do for me to get arrested for being on this one guy so I could sit in jail while he continued to walk the streets, closing down clinics, shooting doctors, attacking women--oh, don't get me started, so, so, so I sat on a stoop for a minute or two 'til I cooled off and then I set fire to his car and just walked away feeling good about myself 'cause for once in my life, I showed a little restraint