Been Out of School Way Too Long Chris Coulson Blog Poetry Flash Fiction
Saturday, February 15, 2014
The Skybox
He said he wouldn’t rise for the national anthem.
“Hey, I got a lap full of beer and hot dogs!
Besides, I really don’t wanna … ”
he said to the shirt and tie guys.
This can happen anywhere.
Fascism, that word,
is a big, strong, overdressed and nowhere to go word;
it’s not as if he’s going off to Siberia or
even the Ozarks now, but he won’t get a raise and the girl,
or the boy, either.
They can see him from the skyboxes.
(Even they know how good he looks)
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