by Sylvan Migdal
I try not to think of all the asses that have gotten medieval
On this bench since it was brought into service
Shiny and new without the mysterious brown blotch
And the acne of blackened chewing gum blobs.
Ugly fat woman No. 670314792 jabs her elbow into my spleen
Halfway down a family size bag of potato flavored chips
Taking up about thirty per cent of the seven person bench.
I stare up at the row of cardboard pleas for my money
And I stuff another handful of Mega Gonzo SourTarts into my
Citric acid scalded mouth and chew until the pain comes.
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