Mental Poverty
Empty socket pocket-tears upstairs
are always pirate hiding someone else’s
precious memories,
down in their dark chest cellar
Gutter dwellers
got the intellectual eviction blues
Same ol’ decisions
be bringing
different mental issues bad news
No money, mo’ problems
Mo’ money, it’s the other end
of the same scurvy thing
Pulled trigger solution:
prison or suicide
is a double barrel bang bang
Lobotomy surgery ...
cranial poverty disease contained
Walking vegetables —
Did they really ever care
if they were boiled or baked,
deep fried or froze?
An attic full of nothing
is zero stacked there now
But double nothing
was there before anyhow
Mental poverty —
have pity on the labor busy poor,
and compassion on the lazy, idol rich
This malady afflicts them
more than common greed lust does most
Alzheimer destiny,
waves of brain dead on the shore ...
blind blanks fate washed into a ditch
Upstairs room glows dim,
it’s near hospice time to send an obit post
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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