YOU, with your umbilical cord screwed into your ear
hands waving your conversation across the street,
a smile creasing your face, blind eye to traffic, stop signs,
wrapped up in your own very important world
while the rest of us watch out so we don’t run over you.
YOU, with your slender left hand looped around the leash of
the perfectly groomed toy dog, pushing the state-of-the-art pram
your right hand holding your
Owning all the sidewalk space.
YOU, your right shoulder scrunched up cradling your only mode of speech
getting the latest news on Facebook, Twitter, Linked-In, Instagram
there you go, crossing the street, laughing to yourself
while listening to the pathetic stream of voices holding you captive
as they careen through the closets of your mind.
YOU, for once in your entitled life
could you please look around your little universe
and acknowledge that we, the rest of the world
are greater in number than the miniscule, insignificant, pretentious
Y O U
Sept. 6, 2021