Why I Avoid City Parks

I feel like a
real poet now,

sitting and writing

on a park bench
with a quaint little
pond full of
geese and feathers.

I clutch my cup
of coffee
(actually a beer)
as though it's my
only hope

and watch
an obese couple throw
stale bread at seagulls, 

expecting one to
snatch a piece out
of thin air
like Fido with his
stick back home.

I let my mind wander
and start to wonder
if the seagulls
simply need something
bigger to catch,

and more so,
how the couple would
if I threw
their toddler
in the pond.