I hate it when strangers look me up and down.
Like I'm new in town and they have the right study me in a glance from head to toe
like there's something they could possibly know
as if there's something anybody knows from an outside glance at the region surrounding the toes
I step on the train
and you eye up my garms in non-contestable silent judgement
telling yourself that by hook or by crook
you're better than me the way that everybody else is better than anybody else
and green eyes are as transparent as their red eyes are opaque
Our channels are far too distracted with reality
for this lazy animalism to be compatible with mammal attraction
Judge not lest you be
but you have these condescending expressions' in 'I'm better than you' impressions
when some insignificant stranger makes itself a momentary feature
by stepping into your psychic space
causing you to hide behind a face
It's a laughable presumption that your indirect attention
would cause me to acquiesce
to this misguided status quo
of me below your ego
So go away
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