bossy town

the whole
day, people keep
telling you
to have a good
one. have a nice
day, they say
handing you your
coffee, or bagel
with cream cheese,
all of these people
bossing you around.
the toll booth operator,
the bum on the street
asking for
a quarter.
maybe you don't want
to have a nice
day, did they
ever think that
as they make
their awful demands on
you. sometimes
they tell you what
to wear too, bundle
up before you go
out there, cold out.
or stay dry, it
looks like rain,
better bring an umbrella.
could be a down pour.
shut up.
who are these
bossy people and
what gives them
the right to tell
you how to live your life.
you're not the boss
of me, you want to tell
every one of them
as they smile
cheerfully, trying
to boss you around.