I walk, head in a daze, <br />unknowingly brushing a passerby. <br />He turns and steps in my way, <br />blocking the path, staring at <br />me with harsh, unblinking eyes. <br /> <br />'What's up wit dat. You come <br />bumble'n -n- stumble'n into my <br />hood without my permission. <br />And pemission costs.' <br /> <br />Holding his hand out as if <br />he was empowered to collect <br />the tax by some obscure <br />political agency. <br /> <br />'What gives you the right to <br />block my way and demand pittance <br />for using this walk? ' <br /> <br />'Cause I'm the shit.' <br /> <br />'What else would come from an ass.' <br /> <br />I bled. <br />Some things are better left unsaid.<br /><br />Tony Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-better-left-unsaid/
