Ordinary Rudeness


We often disagree, my closest friend
and I, about mundane experience.
Mature and metro, we should comprehend
alike discourtesy. Imperious
she waxes if her path should intersect
with rudeness from a stranger. There’s a role
that breached she calls a case of disrespect,
which I see as a loss of self-control.

She harkens when she argues back to youth –
behavior’s gauged by post-war memories –
but my perspective’s closer to the truth:
it’s filterless impulsiveness disease.
We’re poisoned, stressed by traffic, noise, and rays.
We should be glad we aren’t worse, these days.

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