Living in South Florida

So many times a day

The line from an old Joe South song

Comes to me

Maybe while in line at the Post Office

Or the bank

While in the grocery store

It can happen anywhere

And it does

Over and over again

These are not my people

A constant reminder

The people I know

Don’t act like this

Nor are they so thoughtless

But here it is the rule

Rather than the exception

Rudeness, arrogance, bitchiness

Hands quick to honk the horn

These are not my people

So why in hell am I here?

mfm

May 12, 2002

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Delray Beach, FL