poem of the day 12.06.13

simon (reprise)

i won’t give up my seat on the bus

for simon

for his mom

i look like a dick but i don’t care

this old man keeps craning his head back at me

shaking it in disgust

while simon runs around the bus

while simon’s mom stands there holding

his carriage

her cell phone

a bag of milky way candy bars

simon’s knapsack

but let the old fucker look

i tried giving my seat up for him

i gave it to an old lady yesterday

and a pregnant one the other week

i’m well stocked in good deeds

for the rest of this year

and maybe next

plus i hate simon

i hate simon’s mom

his carriage that blocks the aisle

her cellphone that plays episodes of barney

which simon watches

while eating the bag of milky way candy bars

the knapsack he throws like a boulder

let her stand

let simon run around kicking people

and throwing a tantrum

i don’t give a shit

i’m a tax payer

i throw down eighty bucks a month

to ride this fucking bus home from work

with kids blasting rap

with assholes shouting on their cell phones

with people breathing down each other’s necks

with simon’s carriage tripping me

with his mother’s cell phone screaming

with milky way wrappers stuck to the bottom of my shoes

i deserve this seat

nah, i’ve fucking earned it

you can go to hell old man, who keeps looking at me

you can kiss my ass simon’s mom

next time use birth control

and simon

when you grow up

i hope whatever miserable job you get

involves a bus ride home every night

with some dumb

ugly, pig-ignorant fuck of a kid like you

kicking at your shins

when all you want to do is listen to lou reed

read some poetry or comic books

hunger for that first drink

or whatever it is you might be throwing together

for dinner.

that night.