Corinne Curcio Poet Rhyme

A Matter of Degree

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A Matter of Degree 
Copyright Corinne Curcio April 27, 2008 

Oil slick rainbows on asphalt streets 
But no pot of gold waits at the end 
Unless you make sure you don't ignore 
An enemy or a friend 

Abdul's drivin' his cab down the highway 
With Walt Whitman sitting in the back 
A Red Tailed Hawk flies over Prospect Park 
While Hassidim are fashionable in black 

Brooklyn, City of Churches 
Where saints and sinners agree 
A strong conviction 
Is a benediction 
It's all a matter of degree 
 
Mermaids wandering on Surf Avenue 
Call Coney Island home 
But Steeplechase, The Funny Place 
Was torn down ages ago 

Senor Sanchez calls  from his bodega
"Play Lotto - You may change your luck" 
Or enter hell at the Galaxy Motel 
Where crack whores will blow you for a buck 

Brooklyn, City of Dreams 
Where losers and winners decree 
A bad-ass attitude
Ain't considered rude 
It's all a matter of degree 

Hopscotch girls and skateboard boys 
In liberal/racist all kind of faces neighborhood 
Culture and crime, if you fall or you climb 
You learn to take the bad with the good 

Brooklyn, City of Churches 
Where saints and sinners agree 
A strong conviction 
Is a benediction 
It's all a matter of degree

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Daver Austin April 15, 2009 at 6:24 AM Oh, hey, everybody read this one! Corinne be tellin' it like it is! YES! It's a matter of degree, a situation none of the stupid politicians can relate to, what too few can relate to. That's why the bad-ass attitude, eh? Thanks some more for reading my stuff. BIG LOVE, daver