Trouble

I hade my camera and took the shoot thru the shop window,
and a rather tall ugly lady neck bent forward ran out of the shop,
- what are you doing?
she asked
- what did you photograph?
I photographed the naked manikin I told here
- I rather you diden't take any more photos
she said
- all right
I said, and I walked down the street with my camera, with here staring after me.
I felt guilty and upset, upset even though I had done nothing really inproper,
It usually happens to me at least once a day.
I turned, dropped to one knee focused and photographed her,
she waved here arms and screamed and I shoot here again.
The problem with these people is that their citys never had been bombed and their mothers never been told to shut up.

- Charles Bukowski