another tough guy
he’s so simple
he writes himself
another tough guy on the evening bus
shouting curse words
and threats into his cell phone
this one is apparently a drug dealer
because he keeps quoting prices
in between the invective
prices for a quarter
prices for an eighth
he slams his fist on the seat next to him
and shouts
nah, nah, nigga
i need that money
or i’m a bust a nigga up
he’s not even black
hell, he’s not even tan
this tough guy doesn’t need money
what he needs is a goddamned history lesson on racial
epitaphs
but his act is enough to scare the stiffs sitting around us
the asian guy across from me
keeps making nervous eyes
he’s holding his cell phone
ready to dial 911 if this clown gets out of hand
but fuck him
the asian was chain smoking cigarettes at the bus stop
it got so bad that i couldn’t breathe
and had to go and stand in the rain
he could use a little bit of fear in his life
plus if you’re scared of a paper tiger
like this low-grade dipshit drug dealer
maybe you should go and live somewhere else
jack-offs like this are a dime a dozen in this town
he ranks with the cockroaches and bedbugs
he’s funny more than anything else
nah, nah nigga
i’m a be there tomorrow morning ta get my money, bitch
you bes’ believe dat
then he shuts off his phone
put his feet up on the seat next to him
and glares around the bus like he’s big shit
mr. big deal drug dealer
sitting on the B4 bus on a rainy thursday night
taking up two seats because he can
yeah, i’ll bet those guys on the other end of the phone
are all shaking in their boots
waiting for this guy to come around.
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