Brooklyn - Poem by Eugene Levich
On the Subway,
Atlantic Avenue Station
A crowd of high school kids
Carrying book bags
Being loud and pushy—
One chick in specs, squints, pimples, black hair:
"You know what your problem is Ant'ny? "
(Ant'ny ignores her)
"Antn'y, your problem is...
You ain't got no class! "
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