Old White Guy <br />sits starched and mute <br />until the bad boys <br />call from the bushes <br />'Hey Old White Guy', <br />they hiss <br />'Whattcha Gonna Do'? <br />they taunt. <br />He peers over the railing <br />and clenches his fists <br />until his veins run red <br />and furious <br />'When I was your age.....' <br />'I'd break you in half....' <br />'I'd crush you like grapes....' <br />He stops suddenly, <br />eyes glazing over <br />sensing his obscurity <br />Old White Guy sits <br />starched and mute <br />waiting for dinner to burn<br /><br />Hans Bump<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-white-guy/
