Things to do at a stop light
And from the seven deadly sins:
GREED
David Spiering
The next stop light or pause light as I call it, stop me good momentum, to allow fat, money grubbing state power executives to break into traffic the moment they reach the end of their drive ways. Suddenly, the light turns red, and an expensive car paid for by my power bill money, rolls out through the screeching tires , and angry faces. When the working people’s revolution happens there people’s homes, cars and playthings will be melted down to base cash value, and shared with all people, by the form of a check in the mail. I work my health down to a few sighs, a breath, a wrenched back (it took me fifteen minutes to put my underwear and pants on); I had to sink money into aspirins to control the pain. Later, I locked my bike and helmet to a bike rack. As I walk to the library to check my e-mail, a man asked me,
“Can you help me with a little change.”
“I was thinking about asking you the same question.”
He looked at the faces to two retro-hippies coming behind me. They emptied their pockets into his plastic cup, and walked off.
Somehow, either side of the situation didn’t seem fair. Maybe, sometimes, I’ll give him some change. It’s the rent for me each month that’s a worry.
