Apr 2020
A man
in long pants,
balaclava,
snow gloved,
grubby fingers,
threadbare jacket,
with logos,
adorned ugly,
foggy goggles,
gold front tooth,
reached up,
and stole,
my pants,
on a ski lift.
Leaving me
naked...
and cold
in long pants,
balaclava,
snow gloved,
grubby fingers,
threadbare jacket,
with logos,
adorned ugly,
foggy goggles,
gold front tooth,
reached up,
and stole,
my pants,
on a ski lift.
Leaving me
naked...
and cold
This monologue is meant to be interpreted in a number of ways. Is it humorous? Is it sad? To you feel bad for the impoverished man? Is he the protagonist? If so, am I the antagonist? You get to decide for yourself. Let me know what story you see in this poem.
