Warning

As I walked around the park

3 o’clock in the afternoon

Killing time

I sat in a bench;
For minutes, I’ve spent sitting there alone

No one had ever sat beside me that day in that bench.

Eyes are wildering everywhere,

Gazing unjustly,

From them I heard cackles and laughter

Thought something might be wrong with how I look

Until I can bear it no more

I stood,

Rage filled my eyes

But something caught my attention,

I was there – frozen, embarrassed,

And there I read the sign,

WARNING – Wet Paint