reasons you should not pat my head on the subway, a poem

[rm]

I don't know you.
I did not give you permission.
I am not a small child.
Or a dog.
We are not playing Duck, Duck, Goose.
Where have your hands been?
I hate you.

Clear?

Comments

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Ditto. It was the "I hate you" that made me burst out laughing.

Also, what is wrong with people? It's like random men on the streets asking if they can hug me because I'm "so small and cute."