Focuser

Focuser ... 
(just a poem)... 

I'm so tired of caring my camera around and been looked at like if I was a criminal, a paparazzi or a brown person from another planet or something ... 

The other day a gentleman with a convincing personality and probably a gun and some sort of pepper spray in his belt approached me and said. "You cannot take pictures here" 
Why not Sir ? 
He got mean... "Are you a press photographer or a Journalist ?" 
No, I'm neither one of those, I'm a Focuser ! 
What? He replied, I'm a Focuser ... 
Man, next thing I know, he was calling for back up ... And I was screaming  ... 

Focuser 
Focuser 
Focuser .... 
Fuck you Sir ... (I cannot get how close words are in this language).... 
They call it homonyms ... 

Max Tuta Noronha