day ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY THREE

i followed a trump supporter

not like on facebook or twitter

but for real…on the street

i didn’t mean to but he came walking out of his house

right in front of me

i was on my way to work

and was in no way lurking around the neighborhood

just waiting for one of his inbred minions

or some teenagers to sell me pot

i knew he was a trump supporter

because i pass the house nearly every morning

and i pretty much have every house

that had a trump sign on its lawn memorized

not for any grand devious plan on my part

my mind just works like that

but i always believed that it was best to know my enemies

really, it wasn’t my fault that we were walking the same way

and that he was walking fast

well…not too fast but too fast for me to pass him

and i couldn’t cross the street because there’s that dog on the other side

who lunges at me like he wants to take a piece out of my ass

that dog could probably smell a pinko a mile away

if dogs could vote…that one would’ve voted for trump

but this trump supporter

this walking paper patriot

he looked the way i thought a real live trump supporter would look

he had his head shaved

with a lot of tattoos of eagles and flags on his arms

camouflage t-shirt and combat boots

g.i. joe with a million dollar home in brooklyn

he probably eats the american flag for lunch

and i didn’t mean to follow him to his car

it was simply parked along my route

and i put it down here…only for posterity, of course

that he drives a cherry red honda pilot

with a these colors don’t run bumper sticker

the license plate is from new york

but i didn’t get the numbers because, quite frankly,

my ipod died on me again

and by the time i was done cursing it and the ghost of steven jobs

and looked up again he was already gone

not that i wanted his license plate number mind you

for anything untoward

…an innocent guy like me wouldn’t even know

what to do with information like that.   

--John Grochalski