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REAL LIFE

Posted to Action Poetry




Just another foul mouthed hooligan
Over qualified, too much education
Destined to become another statistic
Street wise, and flexing an I.Q. muscle
That prevents getting a dead end job
Flipping burgers at Mac Donalds, amongst
The pimply faced sixteen year olds
Armed with a work permit, and Daddy's station wagon
Would you care for sauce with that?
Deep fried culinary delicacies
Ready to clog up America's arteries
Genocide, and the Big N Tasty side
So, here I sit and contemplate
Whether to comprimise artistic integrity
Or fall into the hustling with my comrades