new hatreds
beer can
thursday morning
i stick my head out
the window
and watch
some young punk
in a yankees cap
throw dirty paper towels
all over the street
washing his
big american car
with rap music
blasting so loudly
in the dawn
that it rattles my walls
scares my cats
and makes distant babies
cry for their mothers.
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I think I'd be tempted to reach for something with a scope on it...
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