POT-Poem #6 (FluffHead)

Dang Rich no Nothings…

Penniless
A fat man weighs heavy
In his thoughts
(Out there in sin city)
Inebriation like game nights
Sorry / Life
Heavy lump of heaping
After the hit ‘n run
Homeless man has bank accounts
Drunk Barters with his wheel chair
The dry business
Of loud blathering
A begonia in the rough
Indigent insisting
His settlement money made
Him the target
Of bezonian hookers’ hooks
Snatching his cash
Gone to Charlie’s for a monthly
Bath
Still drunk off his a*s
Dumb as the numb
Tall ounce cans
Of boozed down to the toes
And crystal is easily pimped
Around spring mountain road
Around here bouts
Hookers got their hooks in
fish line fishnets
All sinkers
Even metro steals dinners
Giving hard knocks harder
In their Bezonian drama
Hey man you’re way too heavy
You’re not my brother
I’m just another
Burnt
Bridge.