PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

When you can speak clearly 

without having to move your mouth

I'll make the conscience decision

to pay attention and listen,

The story is in the eyes 

and you can narrate the exposition 

simply by furrowing your brows

or resisting the urge to be distant,

Homeless people have the best stories

when they're too strung out to stay coherent 

they'll look through you and remember 

childhoods like maybe memories have a monetary postion,

They don't own much and we judge that

but reduced to nothing one can better see

that the materialism has run rampant 

and we invent at paces unforseeable,

I wrap myself in similies 

and protect my image 

with a sarcasticness 

that was taught to us 

so maybe we would stop asking them

about why life has to be

shit for some

and gold for others,

The mask of blood 

we all wear now

helps us to realize that the only life 

we've ever known was one that we never owned,

It was constructed out of wars

or the bones of enemies we never had

So they can better whore 

the resources of battlezones but claim its our portion

for the star spangled abortion 

to rid the rights our father's impregnated

in lady liberty so we can avoid 

a whore's son,

The truth is heavy

platinum pain

weighing Ten Tons