Walking To Work
walking to work
in a *****small town
with the cars whizzing by &
the peering drivers
with
bulging beady eyes
(fat behind the wheel,
never exercising, with
heart attacks & heart disease
just round the bend),
with curiosity that
killed the
****ing cat,
with classism eyelashes &
the want of the white picket
fence, amidst the
burrowing down
increasing unemployment &
poverty rising
for the rest of
us &
there’s a rock in my shoe &
there’s a storm coming &
if one stops to untie the shoe
so that said rock-shoed individual
can release said rock
back out into the wild,
then of course the storm
will come thrashing.
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