Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Young and Broke

My head hits the concrete
legs crooked, askance and
arms...slouching back.
In hiding.

The checks have been cashed
and turned up blank.
The beer and cover charges
remain outstanding.

To mother's ears
you shouldn't lie.
From Father's eyes
you cannot hide.
Alone, to yourself, you try, try, try...

To run away..
to flagellate...
to sit and stare...

You LAZY, erect Bastard!

You've got decades ahead
in debt
and fear
and hate.

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