Malcontent

MALCONTENT Dressed in the rags of time and places He signifies in loud incoherent phrases With bluff and blunder Talks a storm Sings as thunder Scaring tourists and their children From tame towns that have no Zen With once dull eyes they come and see just another homeless bum Believing their lives are the ‘only’ way They lie to self wishing they Could also speak the magic of dirt and dust And do, what the ‘Dust Dancer’ must. "We all gotta eat our own ‘peck O’ dirt."