Under

A man under water, 

Can no longer saunter.

The dust is swept under the rug, 

As they shoo a bug.

To be swept under

and still hear the thunder

Won't anyone give a tug?

Will anyone feed the pug?

They don't do a thing.

All they want is bling.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice use of words. I had to read twice. I like the movement of thoughts leading to the nice ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote