table with apprehension,
I didn’t know what to say,
ranting about the government was not my style,
bitching about my neighbors only leads to bad Karma,
my bunions hurt, but a lot of other people have it worse.
I had no reason to complain,
my life was going well, had a wonderful wife,
I love where I live, can see the beach from my backyard.
So I just stood at the Free Speech table
using my five minutes
to write this poem
on the sidewalk in thick yellow chalk
for the next person to read and know
that you really don’t have to be angry
or upset at the Free Speech table.