One autumn day on a stroll to the cigar shop
I sought out dead leaves on the sidewalk
and stepped on them
for that satisfying potato chip crunch.
A little boy, who stood with his parents
near the entrance of a restaurant,
stared at my peculiar walking style,
with squinted eyes and a crinkled nose
as if I were crazy.

After picking up a 60 gauge acid,
I stood on the corner to light up.
That's when I saw the same family
walking in my direction,
and that **** kid purposely stepped
on every dried leaf he could find
for that satisfying potato chip crunch.

I blew a large cloud of smoke
as they approached,
so that kid would know he was being watched.
My only hope is that he learned
there's often a world of difference
between what we observe
and what we experience
first hand.