“come sit by me” I want to be anywhere else but at this table.
 they keep rambling on and on and on. the conversation is mindless
 the whole time they are trying to impress me.
 I could care less if they lived or died.

after a few minutes of incoherent babbling. I want to puke.
But swallow it back down realizing they are not worth the vomit.
nod my head and wait for the chance to bolt
through the door like a strong wind.

I run for the bathroom. anything to get away. there I should
find peace. sitting on the commode a wonderful silence is ruined.
the door opens someone sits in the stall to my left.
I can hear their them on their cell phone.

Exactly why are they talking on the shitter?
the smell of three day old roadkill baked in the sun
seeps into my sanctuary. what the fuck did they eat?
why can’t a man even have peace while taking a shit.

you leave the bathroom. pissed, gagging, trying not to laugh.
why do these people exist. walking fast as i can,
people reach to force fliers in my direction or shake my hand.
I don't need tonight's beer special or your religion.

no matter how loud the headphones blare to quiet the
outside word they always find a way to pester, bother or
annoy like a scab you can't stop picking.
what is it with these insignificunts.

I always deal with these people on my walk
they make my teeth hurt. I am always considering
balling up my fist to throw it into
something, but I don’t.

everyday I go home…
just completely overwhelmed.

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