Walking To Work

walking to work in a *****small town with the cars whizzing by & the peering drivers with bulging beady eyes (fat behind the wheel, never exercising, with heart attacks & heart disease just round the bend), with curiosity that killed the ****ing cat, with classism eyelashes & the want of the white picket fence, amidst the burrowing down increasing unemployment & poverty rising for the rest of us & there’s a rock in my shoe & there’s a storm coming & if one stops to untie the shoe so that said rock-shoed individual can release said rock back out into the wild, then of course the storm will come thrashing.