Catching Attention is not a National Pastime.

A thought crossed my mind

one of fornication

perhaps there's a better word

for what we must do in our free time.

That man with the yellow stand

I've walked the hallowed halls

and I've sung the anthem.

So I must be part of them

strafing in and out

of life

exercising my limitless

Liberty, forging the chase

through malls of

Unhappiness.

I know more than you,

Mr. Sonofa.

I've spoken those same words

I've cursed the same men

but here we are, passing again.

Me, the virgin whore

and you

The bench-bum horror

on my way to class.