Monday, June 6, 2016

Monday Morning, On the Way to Work

Monday Morning, On the Way to Work

The loose fitting pants
Hanging off the homeless guys ass
Were not a sartorial affectation
The ‎motherfucker clearly didn't give a fuck
And I can't say I would either
If I had nothing.

If I had nothing
I wouldn't give a shit
That I didn't have a belt
Or that the crack of my ass was exposed
To some asshole
On his way to work at 
Some fucking law firm.

On the subway platform
The schoolgirl
With the short pleated skirt
Looked like a deer caught in the headlights,
Made‎ me think how fucked up it is
That girls are made to wear that shit
Although maybe it wouldn't be a big deal
If men could behave themselves.

Did you hold a breakfast or a lunch?
A cup of coffee?
Pixie dust?
A handful of magic beans?
The song of 100 angels?
A box of nails or screws?
A blueberry muffin?
A promise?
A lie?
Why were you left lying there?
Why? Why?

A thoughtless gesture.
Today, I appreciate the thoughtlessness.
June 6, 2016

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