Open book

When the clock ran rivers of time, And the men knew what an orgasm was, Little girls no longer played with dolls, Another scientist committed suicide. All the drunks and drug addicts drank carbonized water, Homosexuals stopped swishing their cigarette smoke, And the U.S. Mail was delivered on time, Another politician resigned. The world series was over for ever, Only Speilberg made films, And the radio played Chinese Rap, Another dentist ran a red light. The Cadillac ran on water, Scuba diving was compulsory, And the gym was only for fat people, Another preacher gave up God. The police stopped beating the good guys, The therapist did therapy, And the Actor took a proper job, Another fireman smouldered with anger. Today Aids was eradicated from the world, The homeless had homes, and no one was hungry, Abuse was a dead word, Dreaming Utopia.

The laughter was false and loud bringing the attention of the other passengers to the open door of the subway train. She stood tall in her four-inch heels open toed shoes. The length of her legs was longer than most would have expected. White and bruised around the knees she wore no stockings or tights. Talking to a short Hispanic man whose fascination with her could only be rivaled by a Steelers fan for his team. She sat, as a young lady from a Swiss finishing school would have been taught. Only when she was seated did it occur to her that her short black skirt was no longer covering the purple panties. Hopping up and down on her seat she pulled the skirt down and crossed her long white legs. The Hispanic man consumed her with his eyes. Her constant loud chattering didn’t alter his attention. Had he looked carefully at the size of her hands and feet, her bouncing Adams apple he would have realized. This she was in fact a he; from the cheap clothing and bruised knees she/he was