A Typical Day on Capitol Hill

A typical day
on Capitol Hill.

A visit to Dick’s for
a greasy, cheesy burger.

I scare the pigeons
making my way back
to the car.

They want my fries,
but I don’t share.
Not with the
likes of you.

A few blocks down the cops
harass my indigent
indian friend.

Stoic and silent,
just as his daddy taught,
he sits.
His mind revealed
in a stare.

I saw Ric Ocasek cross the road,
and almost asked if this was a photo op.

It was indeed a typical day on Capitol Hill.

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