Be kind
I say to myself
when I walk out the door
if I remember.
Do unto others
what goes around comes around
it takes eighty-six muscles to frown
and only two to smile.
Be generous
there are children in Africa
China
America
with less
besides you can’t take it with you.
I glare at the idiot in front of me with more
than ten items
and wonder if he’s ever heard of the Golden Rule.
How golden it would be
to whack him on the head
with my lone baguette.
Maybe a string around my finger.