Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Justifiable

So many wander aimlessly
you can see it on their faces
they stand and dawdle shamelessly
incognizant of graces,

they prop their carts perpendicular
across the narrow aisle
and when you say “Can I slip through here?”
you get a vacant smile,

or when they swerve their vehicles
serenely cross the road
unmindful of the ventricles
that threaten to explode

and now that it’s the holiday
their kind are everywhere
holding up the lines to pay
completely unaware—

the world could use some levity
and clemency to boot
but block the way in front of me
and I may have to shoot.

2 comments:

Shirley said...

Remind me to never cross your path on a bad day. ;)

rch said...

who me? :^P