“Money isn’t dirty, just people.” – Kim Novak. “The Pushover”
What if you could not tell where safety lies Down Cincinnati streets after a rain, Its stinking pigs, a madness in disguise, As darkness pools into a satin stain.
What if your trust were suddenly betrayed, By women, work, and God gone down the drain, No roof over your head, a live grenade Now scrounging for a meal from the insane.
What if the comfort that you always thought Would ease your final days was false, and good A bill of sales that proved how you were bought And sold before you even knew you would
Be tossed into a common grave along This city where you no longer belong.
“Money isn’t dirty, just people.” – Kim Novak. “The Pushover”
ReplyDeleteWhat if you could not tell where safety lies
Down Cincinnati streets after a rain,
Its stinking pigs, a madness in disguise,
As darkness pools into a satin stain.
What if your trust were suddenly betrayed,
By women, work, and God gone down the drain,
No roof over your head, a live grenade
Now scrounging for a meal from the insane.
What if the comfort that you always thought
Would ease your final days was false, and good
A bill of sales that proved how you were bought
And sold before you even knew you would
Be tossed into a common grave along
This city where you no longer belong.
[Disposable Sonnet August 3, 2010]
Dr. Mike