Rebellion

Today's poem...

Prompt: write a poem about rebellion.

This morning before I went on my trip
I left my coffee cup sitting in the sink.
I know you hate that

And I did it anyway.

I knew that you would look at it with disgust,
That you would grumble about how I ALWAYS do it,
That it would mess with your "system".

And somehow
That brought a little smile to my lips.