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

[fitfool.livejournal.com]

Did someone actually do that? New Yorkers generally seem so good at respecting people's personal space. I figured that was a by-product of living in such close quarters.