Friday, April 30, 2010

[Poem#13] Fighting

(oldie. it's a little different than what I usually write... ha!)

The Man got nothing but money in his eyes,
dripping out like the tears you will not let him see.
Oh, men love God, but the Man cannot - for
he cannot love anything he cannot own, son.
So be careful of the Man with the blood-brown eyes
and the two-snapped teeth, because he don't care
for nothing but his own dirty belly.

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