We rotten beggar-scribes

All these voices,

talking into emptiness.

And I

shouting with them,

adding my desperate plea

to the general cacophony.

I criticize

and minimize

their efforts,

but, really,

who am I,

(shouting to be heard

as well,)

to judge?

I pine for acknowledgment

every bit as much

as the most strident

of supplicants does.

It is a desperation

that reeks so strongly

that it escapes the digital void

that spawns it.

I reek of it

too.

Peds

Fucking pedestrians,

they follow no rules,

face no penalties,

observe no form

of common sense…

act with impunity,

and,

have the law either

on their side,

or,

simply turning a blind eye.

They are like Gods on the streets.

I envy them.

If I drove as they walk

I would surely have murdered

thousands by now.