When HorseShit Was Normal

You watched your step.

This way and that.

Get smoked by a carriage.

Step in some crap.

No goddamn helmets

No glasses.

No gloves.

No goddamn crosswalks.

No steel toes.

No huddles.

You watched your own way

And one other back.

Knew them without wits

Had boots shined with crap.