Monday, April 21, 2008


I’m one with the grit
scraped off of the shoe
that costs more than I make in a week,
while swallowing shit
as they trust I should do
for the rich feel deprived sans the meek.

I contemplate change
for my pocket has none
yet this mountain has reached a new peak—
they say there’s a range
beyond all this fun
where the lowly may find what they seek.


ozymandiaz said...

Some one once told me "hey you bum, get a job!".
Worst advice my dad ever gave me.

Noah the Great said...

Oh, every poem on here is great.

Bubba said...

Your observations never cease to amaze me. Your eye is keen and your needle keener... rage on!

paisley said...

i have been given the gift of poverty... and i wear it like a badge of courage....

rch said...

I don't think I can last much longer there oz.

Hey noah, thanks!

bubba your words are much appreciated.

Hi paisley, rock on! I just learned the song Badge by Cream.