The drunk runs towards the bus
stop hunched, like a chimpanzee,
crying "Political police! Whore!
Political police! Political police!"
And then, he flinches as people
move forth. He expected them
to be intimidated, intimidated by
a short man with beer cans. Like
they wouldn't have seen the likes
of him before, so many times,
these lost, misbegotten beings
that society casts on its streets.
27.-28.11.2023
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