i stopped in the crosswalk to light a cigarette
then continued on my way down the street
the cars were of no threat to running me over;
they've been still in the streets all day, a traffic
blockade of holiday proportions
and as i stare through every windshield into the
warmth and luxury of the car's interior, I see nothing
but looks of misery, boredom, a sense of stagnant souls
and i began to laugh and smile like it's my ******* birthday
and i smoke my cigarette and become the only thing traveling
down this four way mall highway full of automobiles and people
they roll down their tinted windows and pelt me with their trash,
their negativity, their wasted times, their immobility and weight
and i begin to laugh harder, my smile lines stretching towards heaven.
merry christmas, shoppers!
merry christmas, chumps!