A Car Crash Waiting To Happen

You are nothing, but a car crash, just waiting to happen I can almost hear the vultures on the side walk clapping Scavenging in the wreckage,hoping to feed their bellies All eating their cake that is smothered with red cherries As the street beggars on the sidewalk with cap in hands Catching all the flying pennies, and making no demands A paper boy stands at the corner; he’s seen it all before Blinds himself from being a witness, he knows the score The church bows its head in shame it fears recompense Who knew what was coming, turning heads in pretence Waiting on their handouts, that are, just so undeserving And is an apology, an apology when it’s just self-serving No one gathers at the graveyard to busy off to the bank But stand in dismay, as each cheque, then drew a blank Like this car crash you didn’t see coming left you cursed As what you thought was your new found luck, reversed