The entire city must be well fed
fast asleep on foot with eyes open
or listening to a drum beat from mars,
or living in an imaginary town where
“I” is in too frequent of use,
or maybe their silk is so fine
they think it turned them invisible —
even from behind the wheel.
The thing is
at times, I forget who I am
and that’s because you make me want to
whack my shoulder into yours while passing,
or dive through an open door that closes in your face,
or smash my car into the rear of yours because
you cut me off and I had to swerve into the other lane.
Really, though, I’d like to
crack courtesy over your head with a sledgehammer.
The thing is,
I don’t want the insensitivity of your ill- manner ways
to gnaw my skin into blisters that like your vulgarity
will ultimately become infectious.
It doesn’t take much
to train a beast:
skill and discipline,
reward and punishment,
at times multiple trainers.
even the most feral animal can be taught to utilize sense
and social knack to exist among the human race.