unsatisfied customer
he keeps getting closer to me
me sitting there
he’s talking about golden crosses
women at the job
wearing golden crosses
he tells me that you
should have god in your heart
not around your neck
when he asks me
if i believe in god
i tell him that i believe in nothing
his eyes bulge out
of his head
he tells me that he’ll get the media
he’ll have my job
so many people
have wanted my job this year
administration people
city council members
some crackhead with rotten teeth
the mayor
it almost makes me laugh
he can have my job
so can the mayor
he keeps getting closer to me
keeps getting angrier
says we hate him
because of his skin color
he’s color me muslim
playing the 9/11 card
riding it all the way to september
like we’ve been taught to do in new york city
getting closer to me
calling me boy
big boy
which is really the only shit
in this three-ring circus
that is making me angry
this fine summer day
still he keeps getting closer
ranting about god and golden crosses
muslims and christians
he cannot believe
that i believe in nothing
wants to get the media
i hope that it’s not a slow news day
wants me put on my ass
in the street
he’s so close that i can smell his breath
it smells like american aggression
i rise from my seat
waiting for all hell to break loose
waiting for this patriot to strike.
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