who do they think they are
to fill the urinal with coins,
when there are at least 3 homeless men outside?
do these men of money
demand that those in need must be humiliated
befoe the are given a pocketful of change?
I didn't like it
I wouldn't have it
I dove my hand into the urinal and took all the coins out
washed them in the sink
then dried them with folded paper towls
on my way out of the bar
I handed the coinage to three homeless men
who looked to be in their upper fifties
the men were much appreciative
they smiled lovingly and called me 'brother'
as I walked on home over the Longfellow Bridge feeling
my drunk
I listened to a crew boat coasting lightly atop the Charles River
and felt the warm breeze the Boston summers release
in my thoughts, I envisioned the men who had tossed the
coins in the toilet
and as I looked to where the lamp light of high
buildings reflected on the
ripples of the rower's small wakes
I thought of the men of money
I thought,
"you little bastards"
David McWane
to fill the urinal with coins,
when there are at least 3 homeless men outside?
do these men of money
demand that those in need must be humiliated
befoe the are given a pocketful of change?
I didn't like it
I wouldn't have it
I dove my hand into the urinal and took all the coins out
washed them in the sink
then dried them with folded paper towls
on my way out of the bar
I handed the coinage to three homeless men
who looked to be in their upper fifties
the men were much appreciative
they smiled lovingly and called me 'brother'
as I walked on home over the Longfellow Bridge feeling
my drunk
I listened to a crew boat coasting lightly atop the Charles River
and felt the warm breeze the Boston summers release
in my thoughts, I envisioned the men who had tossed the
coins in the toilet
and as I looked to where the lamp light of high
buildings reflected on the
ripples of the rower's small wakes
I thought of the men of money
I thought,
"you little bastards"
David McWane

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