Your balloon just popped

your ice cream cone dropped

your hair is full of gum

your foot landed on dog shit or maybe it was human shit

it doesn’t matter

the kids laughed because it was funny when it disrupted your performance of a man-

your man performance.

You have diarrhea and you’re stuck in traffic

You’re out of gas and now your tire is flat

you have sweat on your palm-

rejected by a lover’s hand.

The machine ate your last and much needed quarter

bird shit is your luck.

He took off with another woman

she took off with another man

he took off with another man

she took off with another woman

they took off with another….

“Another what?”-

Weren’t you listening?

Your phone got cut

you got into it with the boss

you live with your parents

they live with their parents…

it doesn’t conform- you see

everything is made to make you feel embarrassed

you couldn’t get it up

you came too fast

you forgot to wipe your ass

and-now the sheets are in the trash

and when you walk the streets

in a ‘cultivated’ and integrated world

the thought that consumes your mind

is that you won’t last…..

and you can only remember the red balloon from the past.