You can't shit on my head
from five floors up
and say the wind shifted.
It's not right
and you know it.
I don't care how many
mental disorders
ravage your family
like Fleet Week.
I don't shit on your head
and you don't shit on mine.
I don't nail your wife
and you, ya fuck
don't bone mine.
And only one of the
bad finger puppets
who purloin this town
w/gravity could fuck it up.
I'm not usually the one
who expects the kid
next to me
to start shooting,
but I'm learning to live
w/ the doubt
and arming myself
just in case.
Mike Jurkovic