You’ve finished at the mall. You’re walking back
Across the parking lot to where your truck
Is parked, the one with the tall flatbed rack,
And as you near you see—“Hey! What the f**k?!”
The heavy tool you’d stashed back there—is gone!
“I can’t believe it! Some bastard ripped me off—
And how’d he lift it out? It weighs a ton
Set like an anchor in the flatbed trough?”
A thing like that can change your whole worldview
By darkening your faith in humankind
And make you reassess the things you do
Your attitude toward others realigned.
Don’t let that happen, though. He’ll suffer soon:
A hernia, perhaps, for that baboon.