On Rude 111
Snippets of conversation, barely overheard,
words not directly related to my own words in reality.
Always delivered to ear oh so very loudly.
Listen to these words of rhyme, as eye pen this ode to rude.
Catalougeing all the words of special meanings overheard.
A man and a woman and a man.
All three of them conversing at the same time.
The first man called the woman a expletive.
"YOU little eXpletive" he cried.
She is NOT so little so eye smiled.
"I need a cigarette" said she, and the other man
echoed the first. " Take this one" he offered her the cigarette.
"You eXpletive", was his utterment.
It astounded me, as we were in the puBlic eye.
One thing was certain. They never even noticed me.
Never saw me as a person. They just played out their ruminations.
Just giving me the benifit of their public conversation.
How ugly does it seem to ewe?
She was almost screaming as they left,
"Give to me a lighter too, for my cigarette".
I would NOT conjecture just what these people do.
Away from puBlic eye.
In Private.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2006
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