![]() Bottle RotA Poem by Butch Decatoria
A herd / a flock / a gaggle
A school / a murder Geez these workaholics Cosmo yuppies Yipping On such turned up noses And Starbucks coffee fueled feet To interviews for that J o b For status / massive / ego tripping Money hungry tendency Toxicity of less than human Would-sell-their-soul to be Above all else / the elite Better than you or me Would-pawn-off-their mothers If it meant a porche or Benz How sad the world would be And has already become When children are selfish / self absorbed Self-centered / crippled Without sense of family Yearns to be king or kong For the tinsel throne or Jewel of a jungle wild War begins like this / a child Wanting in tantrum screams What the others have What he does not possess Death and famine Replaced by bursting diapers And bottle rot © 2014 Butch Decatoria |
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2 Reviews Added on March 7, 2014 Last Updated on March 7, 2014 Author![]() Butch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more..Writing
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