The world’s most recent profession
by Megalopolitan
Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-02-26 13:40:00
Lay around slack kids
Postponing post industrial service sector jobs
partying at the top of the pyramid
playing with the kids who live in the gutters on weekends
a bar a car a music star
the door is ajar come on in
We can all mix, but some people try to steal your soul
growl at them and put up a fence to time bomb them tighter
fewer words will be needed
old people have reduced language
young kids at all ages messing up the system
mother earth what’s your worth?
Another preachy poem for submission to your viscera.