Ten Dollar Knight

I was knighted today

By a guy with a fake santa beard

He was no king –

Some drunkard from the streets perhaps

With his slurred tongue and careless flick

His stainless sword touched my aluminum armor

I read my vows and he read his

Neither of us knew what any of that meant

I paid him ten bucks

At the roach-infested counter

I gave him back his armor (it stank of sweat)

And he gave me back my jacket

He said good day, and I said you too

I walked back out into the wilderness city

Where metal beasts cantered in single file on four wheels

Prancing wildly, obidiently civilized

Amongst the magical concrete trees growing high into the sky

Inhabited by billions of two-legged chipmunks

Sticking their heads out the windows sometimes

You don’t know how it feels to be knighted for ten dollars

With the right amount of imagination

It’s awesome