That guy saw me,
He watched as I tossed
The crumpled receipt
Into the gutter.
I can't believe he saw
That gross display.
I want to scream.
I have to tell him
That's not who I am.
I'm a good person,
Not a litter-critter,
I love the earth,
I'm a good person,
I always hold the door
For whoever is behind me,
I recycle everything,
I let people merge
Onto the highway,
I promptly shovel
The snow from my sidewalk.
I don't intentionally pollute,
That's not me!
If you knew my life,
Mister Cigarette-Break-Man
On Wilson Blvd,
You'd see I'm a good person.
Look at my reusable
Shopping bag
And my eight year old jeans.
I've never stolen clothes
Or candy,
I've never ******
A drunk girl.
You'll never see me rob
A geriatric,
Or tell the annoying
******* the subway
To just shut up already.
I never dip on the bill,
Or put my **** on the wall
Of the public bathroom,
Or take my neighbor's
Newspaper,
Or take my mother's
Prescription poisons.
I'm good to the core.
No touching little kids
For this me,
I'm a good guy.
Why did he give me that look?
As if I love to litter?
Who does he think I am?
Who does he think he is?
He's wrong,
And I'm going back,
**** this.
He needs to know
The truth.
I'll make him see.