Stupid Mom. Stupid Dad.
I’ll just tell Jeff-Jeff, I’ll just tell Jeff-Jeff I can’t take the shirt. Got enough shirts.
Remember at school when we talked about not talking to the streetcar drivers? They said don’t take stuff from them. Sorry, Jeff-Jeff. Kristen might be mad. Kristen might set up a meeting with me and Mom and Dad. I’m in trouble now.
Now my parents are mad. Jeff-Jeff, you got me in trouble. I’m in trouble now.
Maybe I shouldn’t have blabbed, just keep quiet.
Don’t blab, Ashley. Keep it quiet. Don’t blab.
I’m in trouble now.
This poem is related to an earlier piece I wrote, called Ashley, who is Special, practices aloud on the streetcar.
Photo by GTD Aquitaine
I'm a notorious eavesdropper when I'm taking public transit. Have you overheard anything interesting lately?