I Do Not Understand Why My Brother Eats Elephant Dung

ROCK AND STROLL When we weren’t stagnant we strolled the street While all we had to do was look toward the sky Too many of us were weakened by blistered feet As reflections of yesterday made us wonder why On forty-second street there was a gallery of fools Walk two more blocks and you were in torrid territory Another four blocks to the east and there were no more rules Because each one of us junkies were poor and predatory I thought they were fools but we were the dumb ones Stepping on melting tar or frozen cement Looking out for knives, forceful fists and guns And all the accoutrements which we had been lent Whether it was Broadway during broad daylight We did what we were forced to do Us junkies were never looking to fight While all the threats were bound to accrue So don’t follow the pack of us to Needle Park Because from there you become heroin’s slave Neither should you follow us through Harlem in the dark Because from there the next stop is one’s grievous grave © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~