I’ve mastered the art of the double knot
forgotten most of what I’ve been taught
my cuffs are frayed by elbows worn
my favorite jacket sewed where torn
the holes in my jeans – work put them there.
I didn’t pay extra for a fashionista tear
The words that I speak are simple and true
yet those that will listen are distant and few
now sadly it seems that in moments pensive
“someone” finds what I said “somehow” offensive
to someone who lives in a past “reconstructed”
or worse in a world that’s been “self” destructed.
I’ve worked for the planet – forever recycled
and before it was “fashionable” – yes! I bi-cycled
through traffic and pot holes in sunshine and rains
over crisscrossing tracks of ever late trains
through the streets of the city, the suburbs – for fun
cuz my knees hurt so much I could no longer run.
I drove tiny cars that strained on hills steep
no activist here – I was just cheap
So after you rant and rave and shout
Gather your sneakers and throw them all out
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2021
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