I was sitting at a Macdonald's,
looking at the people walking by
(we're at a mall, you see)

Here, a lady with tight leggings;
wide plastic-framed shades
below her fried hair.
Drawing attenton from her not too slim legs.

There, an 'uncle' with his cell phone
strapped to his belt,
walking with swaying arms
and a not impressive hunch.

Students in their day-glow green uniforms;
loud bags and high-pitched self-conciousness.

...whomever is fine
come and kill my boredom...

Grandma - old lady in wheelchair,
parked together with the shopping carts;
cellophane bags of groceries;
seat like sentries beside yellow formica tables,
as they eat their big breakfast.

...whomever is fine
come and kill my boredom...

The wives queue in line.
Husbands sit to be served.
Teens in flip-flops
ostensibly decrying against this self-possessed
school day.

There, Businessman in tie, with mistress.
Here, women executives in pairs
complaining about their colleagues.

whomever is fine
come and kill my boredom...

The coffee is bitter but sickeningly sweet at the bottom.
Anything is fine...
come and kill my boredom.

Those who sit alone, like me,
have their loneliness
(no trespassing, please)
as their companion.