I met a man today.
in the convenience store. business suit
and gourmet coffee for fifty cents.
he almost smiled at me
when he spoke.

his words- half trite, half nothing at all
when he said
'son. you'll never get anywhere in life
looking like that'


and I almost smiled at him. when I spoke back.
words meek and full of sarcastic tremors.
this moment monger. treading on my tattooed skin.
like he knew the story of my life.
that smug grin. and I merely said.

'but sir.
you'll never be able to live the life
you achieve. being
like that'

and his face turned into a sneer, as he marched away
to his lexus. I'm sure it comforted him
to know I was still dirty from labor
while he was leaving his mundane life- to go home
to his trite existence.
and I'm sure he took pleasure.
when I nodded as I walked past his car.

to the friends in mine. smiles and memories.
yes. I'm sure his leather seats had more to offer.
mister business suit. to you.
I hope tomorrow.


you live.

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