Small Favors

I don’t know today, what I’ll put down.

I’ll type some words.

In the back of my brain is the idea

I should write something politically relevant

About the dispossession of anybody

Who can’t buy their way out of it,

But it feels like a broken record,

Another shmuck getting caught in the undertow

Of the economic collapse

Brought about by circumstances

They were not privy to,

Or another diatribe against evil bankers

Or giant corporations worried only about

The bottom line,

Or despotic rulers who don’t think twice

About breaking heads

Or those willing to be devils

In the name of God.

But I don’t want to write about those things,

I rather mention the little bird

Chirping outside the window

And the morning nice enough

I get to take the Harley to the burbs

To look at a job.