Dodgers in Five

I believe so many L.A. residents rage in the streets after our sports teams win championships because the emotions released from winning remind most of us we’re losing here. When the bread and circus lets out all that’s left is cold pavement and directionless celebration. Cops protect property, smack jubilance with clubs. Fireworks pop like mad cackles. Cars wheel in dizzy intersections. Crowds drunkenly hoot for the millionaires who won a children’s game governed by billionaires. Not back to our apartments where more of our income goes to rent each month. Not back to another morning where we answer the calls of men telling us what to do. Not another day of neglecting the voice of the land we are separated from. I am the least fun man here.