On The Bus.
Between Wiretap and Six Pixels
I eavesdrop on two effeminate boys
talking brawl in the “old days.”
“We are the only generation
where kids after us are tamer,”
the one with the heavier lisp
crosses his legs tightly.
The emo pierced boy agrees;
flails his hands in theatrical motion
“Oh no! You’re going to tweet this!”
He mocks imaginary aggressors with high pitched squeals.
They continue to lament
the feud of Sooke & Langford
as if they were from the House of Capulet