Change

Life through the eyes of a homeless man. His perception of the world

I converse with newspapers

That go dancing in the breeze

Like some wind blown spirit

Speaking loudly enough

But it's only I who hear it

Whereas my time-torn wardrobe

Reflects holy, and hallowed clothes

And grants me the right to speak to

Brothers living on 4th and 5th street

To the countless n****s that use

Broke-down boxes for housing and

Live amongst age riddled Sages, who

Shout silent truths that remain ageless

Holding up signs foretelling when

Our empty days will abruptly end 

Making you question whether

Or not they're scizophrenic because

Their rants don't seem prophetic

So you don't make time to listen

You've already wasted too many minutes

So you quickly shuffle past

In your armani pants, with

Your gucci loafers, and gold chains

Never having any doubts about

About why the world is this way

Looking at my decerped body

As you scurry in a frantic pace

Is just another moment that

Constitutes another uneventful day

Until I grab hold of your pants

And ask for the only thing that makes you afraid

 

CHANGE!?!?!?

 

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Great write! I'd love to see this performed! It needs to be screamed!!! Your wordplay and metaphors are really taking to me! I enjoy waiting for the next line to reveal itself because of how creative they can be.

'Live amongst age riddled Sages, who
Shout silent truths that remain ageless
Holding up signs foretelling when
Our empty days will abruptly end"

You also give great messages in the pieces I've read so far. Keep sending those requests.....