Some asshole
Rides a Children's bicycle
Across the street.
Watching him, I cannot
Help but be reminded
Of a club-wielding
Primate, not yet a man
(but almost), Hunched over
A newly speared buffalo.
As the two lanes of
Traffic obscure him,
I realize that I am the
One with the spear in my
Hands. I hunt like this
Nearly every day. I stab
Stab stab, and then I call it
"Writing".
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