Love My Fellow Man
Eating a hamburger, chasing it down
With milk, I sit in the dismal
Heat of the August sun. The UV rays
Searing my leather boots, I perspire
Beneath my furcap and sheepskin
Gloves. And I am hunting. Patient for
Prey, clutching my rifle, I think:
I love animals.
Toothpick dancing, hair flowing,
I drive my sportscar. A half
Mile behind, the plastic of my meal
Rolling to a stop on the ashphault -
I grin at the radio. And I decelerate
Amongst the gridlock. Trapped within
The clogged artery of highway, I think:
I love the outdoors.
Walking by the homeless, chin raised,
I head for a boxing match. Briefly,
Eyes ablaze and watering, I cheer
For my troops - for clips of war
Telecast in a store window. And I
Lower my gaze to the sidewalk before
Strangers. Frowning at an obvious
Immigrant, I think:
I love my fellow man.
I love my fellow man.
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