In Public Places

poetry

The three ASSholes sitting just
one booth behind
have NOT-A-CLUE how near
their maker’s really standing by
to meet them

Not a permanent arrangement, mind,
but just enough of an
ASSociation
to keep the bastards on their
Toes,

Or at least their best behavior.

One (or three) ought
not, after all,
be so confident in
other folks’ ASSuagement

Three of them
One of me
Even odds,
as far as I can see

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