That man over there
of right mind
he’s right all the time
never dawning on him he’s
growing old
as slow as
sands in an hourglass
sprinkling like salt
slowly emptying
the last grain of his soul
impatiently
he
looks at his watch
throughout each day
you’re in his way
always in a sudden gust
a lightening fast pace
his head down
in a rush
pushing
burrowing through every one
crossing his path
and you’re
slowing him down
in his way
he’s
a storm about to
flurry
he’s judge and jury
making money for some honey
always in a hurry
he’s of right mind
cracking his whip on your
behind
his righteous cure
to make you pure
for he’s of right mind
he finds you at fault
in righteous exalt
what could be
better than
him behind you
on your rudder
tailgating your bumper on the freeway
inches behind you in the slow lane
clutter
tooting his horn
shoving you around
flipping you off
you better move over
he’s got to be home five minutes early
thrusting his shopping cart
around the grocery store aisle
impatiently behind you
you feel it
hurry up
he’s got to get home five minutes early
butting in front of you in line
that rude smirk
he transforms himself into
telemarketers on the phone
spammers flooding your mailbox with viruses
beating on your front door aggressively
pressuring you into buying something
you don’t want
stealing your identity
causing financial woe
his head wears endless faces
you shouldn’t recognize
but you always do
because they all look the same
it is because of this
you thank dear god
you were born
the way you are
of free will to pick your
friends
near and far
it matters not
in the scheme of things
one hoot or iota
five minutes early
five minutes late
comin’ home
Butte
County
South
Dakota
