There’s a lovely little bridge
I’ve been sitting under
yelling at anybody
who passes by.
It’s got the perfect cover
with shade and air
and nobody nearby even suspects
when I’m ready to snipe.

I like it.
I like what I’ve done with the place.
I like the comfort I have
to be cruel
to so many others
in this particular position of power.

I fear sometimes
this bridge spot
is going to be taken
and relocation from this domain
is imminent.
I hope it’s not so
or not too soon
for I am very afraid of change
and worry greatly
about what might happen
if I would have to perform
my acts of viciousness
from another location.