It Ain't Me

by christopher robin

If you see

somethin

in my eyes

It ain’t me

This medicine

makes me dizzy

and hostile

in the cereal aisle

I put the big shoes on

now

and it’s made a

thug out of me

creepy

and perplexed

in leather jacket

mouthing words

to myself

in the aisles

but I’m only counting

Even so I have

self restraints on

I used to hit my hands

now wear wrist splints

used to dance around

now blurt out nonsense

and hostile

over coupons