Red Letter Day

Therapist tells me my mother is right.
I really am an intolerable bitch.
I am so disheartened I could eat a cheetah.
There are no cheetahs to be found
in Corsicana, Texas so I hitch a ride
to the book shack and trade
my Stephen King for a Larry McMurtry.
What I love about Larry:
He, too, hails from the Lone Star state
but he has never let that stop him.