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

[gwyd.livejournal.com]

Yet another reason I am happy pregnancy is not biologically possible for me. I couldn't handle that sort of thing.