don't stare at me as i walk by

or point your fingers in my direction

like i'm the only slice of life out here

to cool your soul infection.

i'm just trying to make it down the street

without passing out or choking on fumes

so i have better things to do than

find out if my lifestyle

passes your inspection.

does my life pass your inspection

mr. "look at that tattoo!"?

mr. hawaiin print shirt,?

mr. prolonged eye-contact?

mr. "don't mind if i do" ?

fuck you.