Bankrupt
By Thomas Herr
Frowning family faces
Babies wrapped in only the best material
Double-stitched and inventoried
Amortized
Frowning families facing
A mortgaged mommy brutal facial
Weekly conciliatory texts from daddy number one.
Day trading his fatherhood away
He stands in shame in the long credit line
And all the While great bluesmen
Stand on the corner uninterrupted
Thrusting their shaking soiled hands
In the faces of the starving artists
And Daddies
And all the While world class poets
Trade in their souls
For nothing but empty promises
Using microphones needles and crack
And Daddies
Helpless as their numbers dwindle
They look for someone to listen
Or even join the ranks
But each and every day trade sucks all souls dry
Mortgaged lives
Bankrupt souls
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"And all the While world class poets
ReplyDeleteTrade in their souls
For nothing but empty promises
Using microphones needles and crack
And Daddies"
......dang......
dang, dang, dang
......dang......
all we, even those who do not identify themselves as poets have hearts which bleed from the rending of child from father...