Everyone looks on
abashedly approving as
today
I make friends for America
No empty seats
in this tin-pen stacked in bus
and I give mine away
I touch a woman standing
and gesture in near fluent
hand-Spanish
for her to take my seat
make it hers from me –
nice, huh
But
you see
what they did not know was
one of the others in my seat
there were three of us in one seat
one of the others in my seat
aside from the man with roosters
one of the others in my seat
was a Tictac man
an animated brewery
a stinky pussy person
about to hurl at any moment
so better on her
you see
than on me
