duct tape

you try to make
it through an entire
day without saying
or doing anything
overtly stupid.
it's tough, but you
try, avoiding eye
contact as much
as possible and not
looking at those
plastic orange gator
shoes that so many
people going into
wal-mart are wearing.
you hold your tongue
when you want to say,
excuse me young
man, do you need a
belt. your underwear
is hanging out. or miss,
would that nose ring
hurt if i gave it a pull?
but no. you are keeping
to yourself today.
you are monk, a yogi,
a master of your own
tongue. duct tape
seems to help.