Walking,
Minding my business.
Strolling my 135 lb. ass through a struggle and a street.
Coloring my perspective, collecting on old debts,
and issuing an occasional fist to those who qualify...
Surprised when a bike carrying two kids and an attitude
stops too close to my old converse for comfort.
"What are you a NERD?" says the attitude.
Quick and more quickly I contemplate my image.
Laptop with bag, Sunglasses, and a button up shirt...
Nerd? At least it's not the usual fag I suppose.
Taking advantage of the moment I have,
Getting blessed by God with the quicker wit,
My tongue shot from my mouth like a .44.
"I will rape your family in front of you and your friends you fucking child,
If I every see you again you better smile and ride on...You don't know what drugs I do! You don't even have pubic hair. Fucking child."
Then I walked some more
quietly of course.
The sound of someone being speechless
is the music of the enlightened.
Furthermore I think,
It's how I get by.
A lot can be said in a few seconds, I've read.
A country will be its children's someday.
I will not allow my world to continue to be
A place where I cant just walk.
Minding my Business.
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