Poetry: Apathy

nothing suggests that he has much
this half-crazed man with an unlit cigarette in his hand
too offensively malodorous to even so much as touch
his blonde beard hanging unruly down his chin
he nervously paces unceasing back and forth
turkey-dancing and chanting some words i could not hear
my interest is sparked to learn his story, whatever that's worth
for you see, i just could not be bothered