People are so strange,
and weird,
and funny looking--
with their baseball caps
and safari hats...
All shapes and sizes,
but mostly round--
with bellies that spill over belts
like giant teardrops about to fall,
and long baggy shorts that stop
just above their socks
(another inch and they'd be pants).
Huffing,
and puffing,
and shuffling along--
off to the bank,
off to the cleaners,
off to the market to pick up some wieners.
What do they think?
what do they hope for?
who are they buying that Soap-On- A-Rope for?
What are their innermost
dreams and ambitions?
(hey, did that guy just let off an emission?)
Ambling along in their clogs
and their flip-flops,
connected to ipods
and some kind of hip-hop.
Joking, and smoking, and choking
their lives away--
yet up every morning
to greet the brand new day...
People are so strange,
and weird,
and funny looking
on the outside...
But often beautiful--
yeah, kinda beautiful
on the inside.
