Judging Youth

I am 27 years old

A kid spits on the train

He laughed about it

I was mad at first

Mildly obsessed

Because I love riding the train

He's probably 17

The train is my car or my bicycle 

My motorcycle

It gets me to where I have to go

And this kid just soiled that

His parents helped pay for it

I did too

He probably didn't pay his fare

Neither did his 17 year old friends

Laughing about his saliva and mucus mix

Burning through the floor like acid

He spit casually, like he was a shortstop

Why am I preoccupied with this?

Assuming so much from one action

I am not mad at him

I'm mad at myself

I am him

Three seats in front of me

I spit on the floor of my high school
And don't wash my dishes right away
I am reckless with my money
I refuse to involve myself in politics
I drink until I have to fight
Or until I pass out

I am almost 30 years old
I don't own anything
Forced to rely on public transportation
And watch kids spit on the floor
Because when I was young
I was stupid