Thursday, April 26, 2018

Miscreant


Avert your gaze.  Don your darkest sunglasses.

Fiddle with the station.  Surreptitiously check the door locks.

Pretend to be looking for something.  Important.

Clutch your iPhone.  Electronic self-defense.



Don’t go downtown.

Re-route the GPS to avoid soup kitchens.  Shelters.

Never take public transit.

There is solace in your SUV.  Safety.



Throw impassioned appeals in the trash can.

Let the second collection pass you by.

Leave nothing on your porch.  The curb.

Acquire comfort in your suburb.



Shred your library card.

Subscribe to Prime.  Netflix.

Steer clear of public restrooms.

Buy expensive coffee. In pretentious places.



Indulge your children that extra helping.

Neglect to teach them charity.  Compassion.

Usher them across the street.

Shield their eyes.  Cover their ears.



Harden your heart.  Justify judgement.

Make NIMBY your mantra.

After all.  Homelessness.

Is just an experience.




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