BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

common folk

ungratefulness runs

rampant through the

city of charity.

it is a song

played by the

unhappy who

believe their

time is long

overdue.

maybe they're

right, and the

powers that be

truly are evil.

perhaps from birth,

they've been conditioned

to fit neatly into place,

to work until dead.

maybe this was

how it always

was, but not

how ought will be.

for it is only for

so long that the

dunked can remain

under before forcing

themselves up

against that which

boots them down.

when that time

comes, and it will,

you may see me

in the crowd or

standing up front.

as of right

now, I'm

unsure.