Revolutions are not about trifles

by Ronald Koertge

     Revolutions are not about trifles, but they spring
from trifles.  Aristotle.

Baggy overalls and safari hats that slipped down over our eyes, so
we all looked stupid.

Why couldn’t we be like real safari guides: pants that fit, cool boots, hat at a rakish angle.

When I complained, my fat boss said if I didn’t want the job there was always somebody who did.

So I’m picking up trash around the reptile pavilion.  I see a girl from my school so I say, “Hi” and she stares right through me.

Jeez, if I was actually invisible, I’d kick our tight-fisted boss in the pants and take his watch.

Ghost into the crowd, trip rich kids with money to burn, send the girls who smelled so good running for the exits.

Claim the zoo for me and my friends.  Money from the till, a hundred free ice cream bars, watching the animals we’d

let out of their stinking cages head for the swanky neighborhoods with three cars in every driveway.