I was having a good day…

who thought cos he wore a suit,
that i should suck his dick.

i had been in such an amazing mood,
ill this fool decided to be so damn rude,
he’d never spoken to me before,
but hatred in his eyes i clearly saw.
a hatred based on my inability to conform,
in his mind he created a mini thunder storm.

what is it about short hair and a suit,
that incites in a soul the manners of a brute?
this fuckwit cant of thought before he spoke,
but it was obvious from the ugly look on his face that this was no joke.

perhaps a shame that i was in the clouds,
the skunk in my mind lifting me above the crowds,
cos if i’d been straight when hed spoken to me that way,
i would have had something more angry and aggresive to say,
like,’who the fuck are you?
telling me what to do?
why you giving me this stress.
who you trying to impress?
or are you simply a nasty man,
if so, fuck off ,go away from this fishmonger called dan.

with no introduction he assumed respect was due,
even though to my environment his presence is new.
when i see a shirt and tie,
should i listen then comply??