Ask Mom
Bridging temorary rapids with
matchsticks, gum and tumbleweeds
whilst hearing dixie whistled
hauling your tired bones
along the well worn by-ways
with mommas hollering for
you to tie your shoelace
there is a time in which to contemplate
on the paths available
of ignorant slavery to the
lowest common denominator
or being informed to the point
of poverty by declining to participate
walk with your tied up, comfortable shoes
cross those treacherous ledges and divides
and decide for yourself a path
that becomes navigable
and always seek the blessing of your mother.
Copyright © Shayna Earnest | Year Posted 2010
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