Observe, as you lounge in one place,
At some busy café—you, too, will be disgusted by the human race.
The picky ordering, customers unsatisfied;
The nerdy college couple who kiss each other’s hands with loud smacks;
The slovenly old, with old-person smell that attacks;
Severe young men whose severity is impossible to hide
By expensive haircuts. Women have more skill in appearing
Tolerable to judgment’s discerning;
Nature wants to breed, the female needs to appeal
And that appeal is always a step ahead of learning;
Still, one can see the insanity that creeps
Through young women’s brains
Who must navigate the rot of fruit and meat and grains.
A cute dog is tied up outside,
This changes nothing about the colored hair and beer-bellies inside.
The weak chins, the wide jeans, the postures indicating ruthless wills,
The faces, unpleasant, resembling various animals.
The only exception to the hideous parade
Are children, who good people, in an act of goodness, made.
These dear ones make me rise above the place
To admire the city, the world, my face.
You, with the muscles and tattoos, if only you knew how ugly you look—
I suggest you throw away your Harley and read a book.
