Good Night John Boy

The allusion of truth
Surrounds us each day
It’s buried in the earth
In the heart of the clay
If only we could mold it 
Like the a sculptor would do
We could probably make it in the loo

Now I’m not saying it’s all do-do
But if it's wearing a suit
Then I would sue
Cause a white-collar crime
And the truth is not one
They’ll never do time
They’ll never come clean
Their teeth are so white
And squeaky clean

Look to roof or down in the ditch
If you want to hear the truth
Cause we all ***** and *****
And labor on we must
Otherwise we’ll go bust
So forget the truth
And trust in Ruth

Good night John Boy…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Breidenthal Avatar
September 9, 2013 at 4:35 AM
I see Karen was spot-on. Wonderful work! I like the message and I am glad you touched up on it. Well said as always. I'll check out another poem and then get to your narratives! Gosh I'm excited! Always, Laura
Anglesey Avatar
August 28, 2013 at 3:07 PM
A brainwashed society tricked to believe life is all about the daily grind to get the paycheck from one who will then get rich on the backs of the little people . Great use of "Good Night John Boy" to symbolize the satisfaction of all that hard work at the end of the day. Great way to tie it all together ...
Kilmer Avatar
August 28, 2013 at 6:57 PM
Thanks Karen. I knew if anyone would get it it would be you.~Kilmer
Danie Avatar
August 26, 2013 at 5:23 PM
Nice poem.... Cheers :) A~D
Kilmer Avatar
August 26, 2013 at 8:24 PM
Thanks A~D. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers to you as well.~Kilmer
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