with put upon integrity made by progress
brought about through the undeniable issues
we come to learn early on how to recognize
what we do not now use we may one day lose
it scares from me a trickle of pee into my jean clad britches
a cold, sweating palm is slickest where it most itches
and I am in almost absolute awe of those women we crudely
refer to as bitches
where does the ink of the cash register's receipt finally end
in the life of the squanderer's riches
perhaps where the stock market point swings up only to then
again fall into the blue chip ditches
can the extreme modesty of one's bank account sew up the old
festered wounds of inhumane neglect with its tiny monetary suture
like stitches
perhaps!
when we each come to learn the true intended meaning of
brother with all its yet explored glitches..........
( written June 4, 1993 am)