His dog was on a grassy field
That clearly
said, “No Pets!”
Entitlement
in every way,
As awful as it
gets.
For adding
to his flagrant
Disregard of
that one sign,
He puffed on
a cigar, when smoking’s
Also out of
line.
What really
got to me, though,
Was his bag
of doggy poo,
Which he
clutched and looked around,
Unsure of
what he next would do.
Beyond the
fence and out of reach,
A trashcan
on the street
Sat waiting
for deposits
So the
sidewalks would stay neat.
Too lazy to
walk over,
He reached
back and made a toss,
Knowing
that, most likely, he could get
That doggy bag
across.
I watched it
sail and with a plop,
Land, not
inside the can,
But on the
ground right next to it,
Not following
his plan.
I stopped
myself from yelling out
A simple
message: “Missed!’
Since those
entitled might be
Unpredictable
when pissed.
The way the
world is nowadays,
You have to
watch your back,
For those
who get away with things
Are likely
to attack.
