Busted

BY A GUY ON A STREET CORNER

In My Neighborhood … 

As I Was Pulling Away From A Stop Sign.

“My Car’s Sunroof Wide Open … In -6.0 Celsius Temperature.”

… So, Coldish.

 

OK, PERHAPS I WAS

Playing My Music A Little Too Loud … 

Loving Stevie Wonder’s Superstition A Bit Too Much

Singing Along Way-Out-Of-Tune

“Dancing Like God Was Holding Auditions For Heaven.”

 

ALSO, I WASN’T

Giving An Eph … Or, Even A Whoop-De-Do … Nada, Nyet, No … 

Caring About My Fabulous Post-Workout Hair Defying Gravity.

“Or, Catching Another Cold With My Sweaty Head.”

… Thinking About Why The Guy Was Floating Me The Humpty Dumpty.

 

YEP, I WAS BUSTED FOR

Being A Goof (Not A First) … 

My Sunday Freak Show.

“Getting My Happy On.”

… Refusing To Go-Go Quietly.

 

AND, THAT’S ALL THE WAY

Cool By Me … 

Me Getting Me The Hell Out.

“Exercising Self Love Without A License.”

… Takin’ Lovin’ Life Out For Drive

 

SO, MR. NOSY ROSY CHEEKS NEIGHBOR

Gawking In My Hood … 

Stare On – Brother – Stare On.

You Can Catch My Cheesy Act Twice A Day.

“Driving With The Roof Peeled Open Like A Can Of SPAM … Quack-Quack-Quacking Along To A Favorite Song Like A Marble-Mouthed Duck … Dancing As If I Actually Could …”

 

Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

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