A beggar asked to have a sip
Of heartfelt drops poured to the cup
The master's heart was shallow deep
Can't even say "Hey Joe, what's up?"
He waded to his kitchen door
A broken glass messed up the floor
His eyes then smirked upon the sight
His trembling tongue, his lies not white
The doors were shut as he received
A shattered glass, an empty seat
The beggar drove and quick to leave
The earthly mourns, the pulse, the heat
Middle fingers standing straight
An ode to those who cannot wait
He walked the pavements not with fear
The idiots lost, the hopefuls hear
- theptwelve
September 19, 2018
