On the Elevator Going Down
A Caucasian gets on at
the 17th floor.
He is old, fat, and expensively
I say hello / I'm friendly.
He says, "Hi."
Then he looks very carefully at
I'm not expensively dressed.
I think his left shoe costs more
than everything I am wearing.
He doesn't want to talk to me
I think that he is not totally aware
that we are really going down
and there are no clothes after you have
been dead for a few thousand years.
He thinks as we silently travel
down and get off at the bottom
that we are going separate