I am acquainted with gypsies.
I recognize them from old country.
I like to mess with them,
Tempt fate by their curses of evil eye.

I see them here in walmart parking lot
With big pickle jar under arm
Passing out flyers and asking "donations."
I sit in car looking sweet and harmless,
With head down pretending to fumble in purse
Til they get close enough
To tap on window.

Then I make cross-eyed, goofy "I Love Lucy" face,
With big, wide-mouthed, dopey smile,
And look up right at them into their face,
And she suddenly makes pitiful excuse for smile and waves
And moves the hell along !

In Russia we call it "out gypsy the gypsy game"
In walmart parking lot, game is called
"Now I got you, you son of a bitch!"

-jenn