two fingers

i found it
in a four banger
with thirty miles to the gallon
on the highway
in three lines and a circle around it
found in photos from the sixties
among celtic american hippies
with nappy afros
in two fingers
rocked by rappers of substance
on screens of a country
where it doesn’t flip the bird
in the interest
of a quarter million dollar debt
giving my kids a place to lay their heads
when being grown takes their pillows
in the privacy of a light proof room
with no escape from my reflection
where i can see myself clearly
outside of mirrors