His Name Is Predator Poem by RIC BASTASA

His Name Is Predator



he thought he could not eat alone.
one time, he said it is unethical.
it is a show of greed, a manner that is uncalled for
in the social order of proper behavior.
it is not nice to see.

why can't you invite someone to dine with you?

now he drinks alone.
finished his combo meal.
a slice of pizza, two pieces of fried chicken breasts,
a greek salad for solo, a bottle of san mig pale pilsen,
five slices of mojos,

all tables are filled.
there is a family of four.
another table for two sweetie pies.
the usual whispers for nothing.
(does not make sense to him now
since his girlfriend changed him for
a night caller)

another table for five friends: the screaming gay is
the loudest, another one is flirting, the three are making rumors
and then the laughter,

no, i can't spend for another.
he tells himself. I have enough of myself. he adds.

life is tight. there is no one he can trust.
a bottle of beer and his combo meal are just as happy
as all the tables combined.

who cares? he is the devil now
and ready for his next prey.
his name is predator.

Friday, February 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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