People Watching
She smoked my last cigarette and I felt cheated.
I slept with her best friend; again and again, I repeated.
They mocked him as he came passing by.
We laughed, I and them, for not any reason for why.
Smoke rolled out from the car window.
Lids captured tainted pictures turned distorted memories.
Just another low class petty thing—
Put two and two together and the high class manifests.
As for today, he people watches other people watchers;
looking for something . . .
4/11/2017
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2017
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