THE MAN WHO GAVE A SHIT BUT DIDN’T REALLY
It was late at night and somebody
had ripped off the bathroom stall
wall and somehow carried it
out of the bar without being seen.
And there he was, on the shitter,
Smiling big and pushing hard, some
God-awful stink. He was had this belly and
this shaved head that gleamed
Under the neon light on the ceiling.
Long, thick, pointy beard and his
Shorts around his ankles. I knew
Then he was a man, a real man,
Unbothered by the status quo, careless
Of what others thought. He was a man
Who, while delivering a shit out into
the world, just really didn’t give a shit.