Short Street Life Poems

Street life is like
Wild life; law is needed to 
Neutralize troubles....

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How must it feel to carry all you own
in one old shopping cart or your back,
to trudge through alleys weary to the bone,
to crave the food and shelter that you lack,
to long to leave the street life you eschew?  

But for the grace of God, we’d be there too.


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September 30, 2019, entered in Joseph May's Make It Six Contest...

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He was a soldier,
He was a rider,
Always down for his hood.
He was a top notch gansta
And got all the respect,
That he should.
But he was also a 
Uncle,
And a father.
And didn't deserve
What he got.
But with the odds all against him
He choose the only 
Path that he knew.
And even though I miss him
And cry because he's gone.
I know he's in a better place
Where that street life don't belong....

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And the world slumbers on,
While its sons and its daughters,
Are herded, like sheep, 
Down the dark streets, to slaughter.

How fragile the thread.
By which street life hangs
With the guns and the drugs, 
And the warring of gangs.

Dismount, while you can,
From that street carousel.
It's end destination
Will be prison, or hell.

With the world on the streets
Swiftly going insane, 
'Stead of gettin' more guns, 
You'd best be growin' some brains....

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Title: Sorry, I can't I have work to do.

I can't play in the sand as kids: I have work to do.

I can't party with the adults: I have work to do.

I can't show you how much I love you: I have work to do.

I can't attend any funerals: I have work to do.

I can't live the street life: I have work to do.

I can't drink to get drunk: I have work to do.

I can't smoke until I can't: I have work to do.

The work I speak about is the blueprint to success, Sorry I have work to do.
- Loverboi...

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