ode to quidam

you watched me walking down the street, transfixing your gazes with mouths ajar,

but when i stared back, you couldn't even contend with mine.

you're pathetic. not a shred of gracefulness nor style. for what do you even live for?

you walk with heads down, burdened by your everyday problems.

i looked back at you with outmost pity,

the final laughter; i won. you lost, dear quidam. checkmate.



on a final note: high fives to cynicism, low twos to ineptability.