I am
A working class
hero with
nothing to
see (blind or oblivious)
I only know
what is
spoken to me
Something went
terribly wrong in
the world today
and yet who notices
or cares
or sees the affects
and I lay here
Disappointed
Alone
Suffering
Surviving
Dying
Ripped into
particles
That only you
can see
Do you see me floating?
I just went under your
neurons.
You were
suppose to sniff
Now I cannot even
live in your brain
I am stuck in this
weed (not a bad thing)
waiting
on a dog to piss.
I have thought of you
the night through
not knowing why
only that my senses are
tingles
splayed open
for your defining
I can see
us at a drum circle
our souls beating
and swaying to the
same rhythm
how cool to be in
a circle
joints going
round and round
long hair braids and beads
Lennon wailing
"Come together"
and we do
and we are
I saw the news
the homeless people
and I thought
would they trade places with me?
Debt and regular bills alike
or are they lucky
to be without these worries?
But while I sleep
in my comfortable bed
I know they would too;
as I struggle to pay bills
do they want that burden?
Yes..security
for the unsecure
Do I want to
live in a tent
on the front lawn
of the state building?
No and
nor do they
So why?
I salute these people
with no name
just faces
of hunger and worry
and I wonder
would that be better
than bills and taxes
and the dreaded job?
Who would trade with me?
With all the worry and heartache
that goes along
with being society;
not fighting the man.
Tonight I may
sleep in a tent
just to trade places
and understand the injustices
