They put on their shined shoes,
Such a clever disguise
For the millions of eyes looking down
With reproach.
While the helicopter hum
From my poor feeble knees,
Sings of fear that I have to
Participate more
Being part of a world
That won't offer my mold
In the cold, I am society's
Bleary-eyed orphan.
Dressed in spit, drowned in shit
Tossed around like a pig,
They sell havoc and mayhem
20 dollars apiece,
Till they're full of it
They'll quench the old ache for
My blood on the rocks
When I talk, get the duck tape
And stifle my whines
Have me burned at the stake,
Peck the eyes of the weak
For the meek, give a whipping and
Strangle the small
You cast a blind eye
When someone climbs off the edge
To you, I know
I mean nothing at all
YOU ARE READING
Today Wasn't The Best
Poesie"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you." -Joseph Heller
