232. your kind
I heard some familiar words
in the Braille section
of the public lending library
where a blind man
was giving the girl
behind the counter
a good stiff talking-to
as it seemed that
the more interesting bits
of Penthouse & Razzle & Beaver Fever
had no dots remaining
worn away by thousands
of touchy-feely fingertips;
but he wasn’t getting
much joy ploughing
this particular furrow
& she replied curtly
“It was your kind that did the damage, so
You connect the dots,
You pick up the pieces”.
“Oh no ! ”
he murmured, turning away,
“not another Laurie Anderson clone”.