Protestors marching
past the train station
shouting slogans
and chanting
to save the rainforests
my fat ass
sitting comfortably
on a metal chair observing them
beer in a plastic cup
at my beck and call
but I’m wearing
a Mad gringo shirt
and a multi coloured cap
the non-Caucasian folk
on the other side
of the flower pots
listen to rap music
that I bob my head to
I’m still cool,
I tell myself
I’m still cool
I did do something
none of the protestors did:
I picked up a piece of litter
they all marched past
They were oblivious
to the trash on the ground
right below their own feet.
I took a sip on my beer
then the muse
advises me:
write a poem about it.
Convince yourself
that you’re still cool
and haven’t lost a step
in your old age.