The Box of Shame

The Box of Shame
by Fanz Hugo

He knew it was coming.
Eventually he was given
The Box of Shame,
by his favorite employer.

He kept quiet as usual
and walked slowly
out of the building,
holding the box.

Everyone on the bus
glimpsed at it. It was
just too obvious
to ignore the notion.

A youngster, holding
his smartphone, came up
to him and asked,
“Mind if I take a photo?”

He looked up
at the young man
and paused for a brief second,
then started smiling.

“You see, that’s the spirit!
No I don’t mind! Not at all!”