Dirty Air Force Ones

I am changing directions here.  For a few months I will be sharing original poems and short stories I have written.

Dirty Air Force Ones

One night I was walking down the street

There was a man with holes

in the shoes on his feet.

Then, along came some young men

One, out in front, taunted and teased

He said whatever cruel and wicked thing that he pleased.

Oh, how they laughed and laughed

in that poor man’s face

When they were satisfied,

vanished,

without a trace.

That man with the holes continued walking down the street

until he reached the fine leather

of his foreign car’s seat.

That next day,

 the one out in front went hopeful

into a job interview

The person in charge

he already knew.

His history to humiliate and harass

Left the one out in front

Out on his ass.