Antisocial

Dear electric scooter abandoned in the middle of the sidewalk,

bothering the busy bees of a cloudy Monday afternoon

and us, on what we called a romantic stroll

"How rude!" he said as I almost tripped over you.

Dear pile of dog poo in the community park,

clearly setting a trap for the newest pair of shoes on this path

It wasn't mine, I was watching children climbing the tree nearby

"How rude!" I said passing you narrowly as he sighed.

Dear empty cans and bottles littering by the benches,

so full of words from the evenings passed

it makes me wonder about the beverages that bond me with my friends

How rude. We pass the garbage container ten steps away.

Dear cigarette butts trampled into the ground in a hurry,

Dear passanger cars taking up over one designated spot,

Dear loose shopping carts blocking the market entrance,

Dear vulgar graffiti under the windows of the community hospice,

Don't you know how out of place you are very much

Antisocial