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

[thatwordgrrl.livejournal.com]

What was that convo we were having in my journal about people having lost all sense of personal boundries? :O

I get the ponytail pull and you get the heat pat.

WTF, people??? W to the EFF???