(no subject)
Walking in a cloud of my own self pity,
Pain and contempt my only companions.
I wander the halls of this empty mall without purpose.
Then he comes.
“Excuse me, you dropped this.”
And from his palm,
A small crinkled George Washington.
I stand in awe of his pure goodness.
Pure, honest, goodness.
I utter a pathetic wimper of a thank you and he’s gone.
There I stand, paralyzed by my own shame.
I feel like the Grinch on Christmas morning,
Astonished at the realization that the world is not out to get me.
Pain and contempt my only companions.
I wander the halls of this empty mall without purpose.
Then he comes.
“Excuse me, you dropped this.”
And from his palm,
A small crinkled George Washington.
I stand in awe of his pure goodness.
Pure, honest, goodness.
I utter a pathetic wimper of a thank you and he’s gone.
There I stand, paralyzed by my own shame.
I feel like the Grinch on Christmas morning,
Astonished at the realization that the world is not out to get me.