no dress code…

 

if you die naked
without all of life’s the trappings
have you considered
what happens to your carcass
same as everyone else friend

 

you got nothing…

the brown bag prophet
was taking in
the day’s beauty
while standing
near the edge
of the city park
when
a gold-chained
young buck
reproached him
commenting on
his
poverty
the brown bag prophet
said
i generally
don’t discuss
such issues
with those
who are still
wearing the chains
of slave masters
but
you’ll be
my
exception
you
pursue
the bait
of wealth
like a fish
just about
to swallow
the worm covered hook
ignorant
to
the consequences
of actions
me
everything
i value
is free
and
provided
by the almighty

vanity…

in the dark of pride
one cannot see the starving
nor how near death is

locust….

 

winged lies
devour
youth’s memories
leaving
an adult
with
nothing more
than a field of vanity
barren of emotions
and
no seeds of joy