“THIS MORNING, I SAW ME A DIRTY MAN – JUST A FILTHY, DIRTY MAN!” 11/13/2017 (Moon Day)
His pockets? Undone! His hair was too long.
And, when-he-left-the-restroom! The smell was – Strong.
A Dirty Man! (pause)
Stringy Haired! Dirty Man!
He had some coffee – and spilled it too!
I’d had enough! (pause) I said: “Hey, you!”
“Yes,” he said; he turned to stare!?!?
“Why not – – – use the spray – in there?”
“Like – you didn’t care!”
He smiled! I became insane:
“No manners, Mister?” He shook his “mane!”
“I’m sorry!” It was all he said.
I think (maybe) he’s better (off) dead!?
“I’m sorry!” was his same reply!
I saw IT
In his eye!
<He was quite blind!
I shed a tear!
I told him: “Just a dummy – here!”
Then, he reached out a card: With his name in gold!
“Bless You, Friend!” was what it told.
A Dirty Man!
like – all of us. fin. ❤