JUNKET / Poetry

// On poverty // In Rhymin’ Reason

Look at their happy way.

Looking at the spread rich
from the leftover night at the Ritz.

Looking at cars polished
from a junkyard mish.

Looking at fancy dresses
from a friendly tailor, some dirty laundry.
Rocks dropping from the rich man’s room.
Damsels dainty from a pimp in doom.

Look at the commanding view
from the heights of an effluent truck.
Looking at envy from the starving curs.

Look at the old hands
passing change to the newly poor.

Look at the mirth and song
knowing the bowls won’t be long.

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