Freeway Stain

All this crazy shit

Always happening to me

Motherfuckers choose

MY truck to run in front of

When they decide to cross the freeway

Then stop to curse me

When I honk

Mid-run

The women

Dating other men

Trying to bag me

Like some prize

Whafuck is with single women?

Where be they?

And the fifteen-year-old girls

Who ask me on long walks

Expect that I find them beautiful

And I do

But expect that I would act

And I don’t

Why am I beloved of children

Forsaken of women

The object of ridicule

And nonetheless, amused?