come closer mr. squishee

i see these rotund, dopey looking guys

like the sidekick in kungfu hustle

or the retired charity santa stationed outside the safeway off route 29

the ones with the awkward grins

and transparently tender hearts

the ones that could easily squash furry woodland creatures

with a single plump pinky

but haven't the capability to fathom such an act

the ones that waddle on by

with their eyes downcast

shy

i'm addicted

i want to do more than politely smile

i want to hug them and tell them they are okay

then pummel whomever at the moment is giving them a hard time

i want them to be

happy