|
Register | Blogging | Today's Posts | Search |
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
01-03-2007, 12:12 AM | #1 (permalink) | |
Ban Captain Caveman
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: In The Realms of Poetry
Posts: 560
|
Paper Bottle
Ya'll gotta stop hatin' on the homeless.
Paper Bottle Walking on a darkened corner, I had my bottle in a brown paper bag. Every morning, you kick me off “your” bench. You won’t even let me keep my blanket. Just last year’s newspaper. You yell at me to get a job. Some spare change, is all I ask for. Surely you’ve got it. And you say, not so you can get drunk. But this bottle is all I’ve ever had. And a few dollars here and there. I lay on the street, As wasted as the trash I’m in. I curl up on the bags, cold on this city summer night. Thrill-seeking teenagers pick me up, and bring me into an alley. Beating me to punch-drunk pieces. The bottle hits me in the face, A bullet punches through my hollow skin. And unlike you, I’ve got no memories to think of in my last moments. So I think of the city sky, it does look so darkly beautiful. I’ve a warm heart, and a cold body as I die.
__________________
Quote:
|
|
01-03-2007, 07:20 AM | #3 (permalink) | |
Music Addict
Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 699
|
YES! Until the end verse where you write...
Quote:
|
|
01-03-2007, 07:24 AM | #4 (permalink) |
Scarf
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Brighton, UK
Posts: 715
|
I like it, though I don't mind the citysky line. I think it's an only grasp a homeless who has to sleep outside has in dark nights. It might not be beautiful in appearance, but his/her only ''memory'' or comfort.
Though I could be completely wrong.
__________________
I rocked my shoelaces untied
|
01-03-2007, 04:33 PM | #8 (permalink) | |
Ban Captain Caveman
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: In The Realms of Poetry
Posts: 560
|
You should feel bad for the homeless they're...homeless. Makes sense, eh? Later. Bass lesson time. Woofunkinghoo!
__________________
Quote:
|
|
|