lives changed and lives lost the cost of doing business a survival game played by earth’s inhabitants who ante in their own lives claiming it’s just a job oh gratuities can be quite small or quite large but they are deserved say all the recipients so no need for any guilt it’s just a little white lie
the brown bag prophet said republicans voters and senators alike have become gutless bitches to a presidential pimp women working the streets warrant more respect than any of them because they’re selling out a nation for profit while a street walker is just trying to survive
as i left work jackie strolled across the street to greet me wearing a coco chanel black dress accessorized with a gold lace necklace stopping me she said my client last night kept wanting to discuss his ex-wife seems she left him with most of the bills when she secretly got her own credit card on advise from her co-workers who had been apprised of her lust before announcing the preplanned divorce to him but she had continued to charge things to his account hell she even left the sap with no tax deductions since she claimed the kids by filing early after their divorce talk about your cold bitches any way jackie said it was an easy night for me since all he wanted to do was talk guess my counseling sessions are cheaper than those with a psychiatrist and a much better view i must say
the brown bag prophet looking quite dapper stopped me and said i’ve decided to make a music video encapsulating urban sounds as my background while i read poetry lines of verse that bounce around in four five time something different for shuffling feet a city beat full of cosmopolitan heat a beat of gritty words often heard but ignored with artificial deafness like the virtual blindness that causes some folks to step around the poor when entering park avenue style doors to meet some poor working whore who pretends not to be bored with pinstriped suits worn by those clients who babble with pouts about first this and then that as if someone should pass around mercy’s hat a high price to pay just to have food for the day i’m certain it’s going to be a hit folks love hearing about those headed for hell’s pit
the caramelized words
on his plate
made him quite queasy
he had eaten crow before
but this
was different
this was something
served up by a committee
that he was to accept
without question
or reflection
it was the company’s stew
and even though it was raw
or at best
half-baked
he was required
to accept it if he wanted
another meal
so
like
a good boy
he was forced to swallow it
along with
his pride
During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them. Until then, cheers!
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