A POEM - FUCK YOU FROM ADELAIDE

“FUCK YOU,” FROM ADELAIDE
I was in Adelaide,
Plotting my way out.
I had to find a bus station,
To get out of the city to a highway,
To throw my thumb in the air.
It was all routine,
All part of the hitching game.
I kept walking.
There was a guy in front of me.
After half a block he stopped,
Turned around and yelled,
“hey! Fuck you, MAN!!”
I blew right past him,
Saying nothing.
But at the same time,
I understood where he was coming from.
And the line had a good ring.
“yeah,” I said to myself.
“yeah! Fuck YOU, man!”