Face of Disgusting

I saw the face of disgusting today, and it was shiny with sweat and oil, tanned under the scorching heat and fumes. The bright yellow uniform it wore brought out the blackness of his skin and his intentions. A corrupted mind placed in a position of power, preying on people’s busy-ness and lack of time. In truth, he is powerless, and there are hundreds of ways to thwart his plans, but once you stutter, once you hesitate—he will take over.

He lives in pollution. He thrives in pollution. Among the fumes and garbage, surviving because of rationalization, not content with being content. Oh, he was disgusting. I looked upon him with disdain as his mouth spewed out slick, black, poisonous oil.

Hunger is evident in his yellow eyes. Pupils dart about, as if nobody is aware of what he is doing.

Everybody knows what you are!

Disgusting.