Hypothesis

If the majority of people were exceptional
Then this wouldn’t be a poem
If the self-loathing I felt in large crowds was heat stroke
Then red lights and stops signs wouldn’t be so sure
If I could count the pennies in my pocket
Then I could make a fountain smile wide
If my anxiety was on fire
Then I would contribute to the loss of the rain forest
If the world were on its axis
Then there would be no dust
If there were punches
Then I would either fight or have a sip
If it all were boiled down
Then it would be no bigger than a street
If something ever happened to you
Then I would never be able to forget myself