stupid man walking

it's not the first time i felt like a rag that just about anyone doesn't need anymore.
nor was it the first time i found myself walking for no good reason.

until ofcourse you realize,
somewhere between cubao and katipunan,
that it ain't so bad.

you get to meet mang pedro,
who thought it was a heart attack
but apparently it wasn't

or mang jun,
whose stare demands one to reply
that no, i don't know how to
um, help you with your bike.

and aling lydia,
who was wondering if was carrying gold or bronze
that i can sell her.

i didn't have any.
but i managed to cap the trek
with a yummy cheese streusel

lisnin to Stephen Lynch's Lullaby
sortof readin Proslogion
feelin kinda tired.