apparently

I wrote this at the end of last year, in response to those who think that public displays of happiness should be kept to a minimum...

apparently

apparently,
I'm supposed to care
about where I dare to breathe free.
apparently,
there is a penalty
for walking down the street
like a happy child of God.
apparently,
these people have been deputized
and given a pad of snicker tickets
to dispense at whim.
these are the same people
whose mating call to each other
is as thick and dull as a rock to lake bottom,
yet even the rock has more personality...

©2010 Eric Franklin Crow