My Voice
and all i wanted was a venti latte
just outside starbucks
i passed a suit
wearing a man
whose skin was smoker thick,
drinker ruddy
dimpled and dented
from too many years
of too many lunch meetings
the man wore stress
around his bloated neck
like a fat walmart tie
he eyed me like his next bacon double cheese
i eyed him too
like a reformed good samaritan
with the "you've got to be kidding me" greens
because, when that bad boy drops
there's no way
i'm picking up the pieces
m
i passed a suit
wearing a man
whose skin was smoker thick,
drinker ruddy
dimpled and dented
from too many years
of too many lunch meetings
the man wore stress
around his bloated neck
like a fat walmart tie
he eyed me like his next bacon double cheese
i eyed him too
like a reformed good samaritan
with the "you've got to be kidding me" greens
because, when that bad boy drops
there's no way
i'm picking up the pieces
m
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
and all i wanted was a venti latte
and all i wanted was a venti latte
