Summer was here, then it went
Reflecting on the time spent,
Watching people pass on by,
Just like the puffy clouds in the sky.
One by one, they go
Into their world, I know
Never looking back,
And giving into the slack.
Not really a big deal, to most
Not really a feat to boast,
And no, people watching isn’t a crime;
Just something you do to pass the time.
Sometimes I get bored, you see
So watching people occupies me.
Watching all those funny people everyday
Makes me go home, and smile away
Because most of them aren’t aware
Of those hidden things I’m about to share
They pick their nose
And wiggle their toes
They roll their eyes
And flirt with guys
They play with their hair
And give blank stares
They slouch around
They sit on the ground
They use some pot
They become on the spot
They laugh
They cry
They always ask why
They hold hands
They go to church and give commands
They live
And They die
That’s why watching people is my hobby
Sitting here in this crowded hotel lobby
Waiting for the receptionist to speak
Oh man, hurry up, I gotta take a leak!
Poetry