Post by anirbas on Jun 29, 2015 23:43:16 GMT -6
Shh. Listen. Outside
a train winds and wails
its way through town
in the night
Its old bones
clack-clack-clacking
creak-creak-creaking
across the rails
Over the bridge
what's left of the upper
middle class after 2007
wines and dines itself
to excess and beyond
four shiny new cars
in the drive way
swimming pool
in the back yard
an expensive great dane
settled by the hearth
(The hoity toity live
in the six figure homes
at the top of the hill
above the upper middle class
Man, you should see
the swag there!)
While down the road
in the lower class
neighbor hood
closer to the train
tracks a toddler
wends and wails
his little self down
a dark hallway his stomach
growling his bottle
empty emptier emptiest
Mom passed out on the couch
next to boyfriend of the moment
exhausted from riding the horse
not the quadrupedic sort
the kind that leaves
tracks on your arms
not in the dirt
Up the block
in the inky dark
seated against the back
wall of the old corrugated
metal cotton gin
in down town even closer
to the train tracks
a thin raggedy man
and an equally thin
raggedy dog share
a cheap forty ounce bottle
of beer between them
until it is empty
Who will help these
people, if not us?
Society brainwashed
by governmental propaganda
into believing it's the poor slobs
trying to take your money
(look the other way
pretend they're not there!)
It's not corporate America!
let's cut funding
to several
societal
programs
instead
Instead
of voting
to rein the big
boys in to finally
pay their due
after the past
forty years
of free
wheeling
ginning
spinning
lying
(I have absolutely no idea
where this poem is going...
I'm going to sleep. I'll look
at it again, tomorrow. )
a train winds and wails
its way through town
in the night
Its old bones
clack-clack-clacking
creak-creak-creaking
across the rails
Over the bridge
what's left of the upper
middle class after 2007
wines and dines itself
to excess and beyond
four shiny new cars
in the drive way
swimming pool
in the back yard
an expensive great dane
settled by the hearth
(The hoity toity live
in the six figure homes
at the top of the hill
above the upper middle class
Man, you should see
the swag there!)
While down the road
in the lower class
neighbor hood
closer to the train
tracks a toddler
wends and wails
his little self down
a dark hallway his stomach
growling his bottle
empty emptier emptiest
Mom passed out on the couch
next to boyfriend of the moment
exhausted from riding the horse
not the quadrupedic sort
the kind that leaves
tracks on your arms
not in the dirt
Up the block
in the inky dark
seated against the back
wall of the old corrugated
metal cotton gin
in down town even closer
to the train tracks
a thin raggedy man
and an equally thin
raggedy dog share
a cheap forty ounce bottle
of beer between them
until it is empty
Who will help these
people, if not us?
Society brainwashed
by governmental propaganda
into believing it's the poor slobs
trying to take your money
(look the other way
pretend they're not there!)
It's not corporate America!
let's cut funding
to several
societal
programs
instead
Instead
of voting
to rein the big
boys in to finally
pay their due
after the past
forty years
of free
wheeling
ginning
spinning
lying
(I have absolutely no idea
where this poem is going...
I'm going to sleep. I'll look
at it again, tomorrow. )