shows up at the door
dressed
as an indian.
i cringe,
but don't lecture him
on the cancel
culture thing and
all that. there's
a single feather sticking
our from his head
band.
he's wearing war paint
and carrying
a rubber tomahawk,
there's a quill
of arrows
strapped to his
leathery vest.
i figure he's a conservative
kid so
i give him a dollar bill.
here you go Tonto,
don't spend it all in one place.
huh, he says
no candy?
nope. sugar's bad for you.
he shakes his head,
you people, he says
and walks away.
No comments:
Post a Comment