July 22, 2004

Lunchbreak

He sat down sobbing
into his hands.

50 cents
and he wanted them
to give him a dollar for it.

Retarded. "I hate math."
And I just wanted to have lunch.

Then he stood, bearded
burly Thor
retarded.

"I hate math!" again
looking back
through his beard
over one thick shoulder.

And he thundered off.

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