An Ordinary Indignant Man

A pause between the question and his name,

His breath smells of hot wine and four vodkas.

He always was the civilised type.

A bottle more and the drink hits him.

On the floor of the best bar in town.

Classy, right?

 

But to judge him is to give others a reason to judge you

And laughing at the poor does nothing for idealistic naivety

When it comes to solving the world.

 

He may as well be you for the complexity of his thoughts.

But not now.

When we awakes.

Only when he awakes will his mind be repopulated.

May as well be you.