bitter. angry. often.

my mutt of a soul

watches a purebred sunrise

bow in an explosion of grace and color.

 

my stray eyes squint instead of widen.

I’m not jealous of his glory,

but, I do wonder

 how much that rotten son of a silver serpent

got paid to stand there with that jackinape

grin on his sugary maw.

millions?

 

I get paid $10/hour to build

walls.

 

my shaggy heart can’t grasp

the ghost of a reason

why

a

pretty smile

is worth so much more

than a well-built home.

 

I guess such bits of godly wisdom

are never

found in the crumbs that fall

to we

bottom feeders

who built the world.

Author's Note

for my dad.

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Wow, such heavy and biting sentiment in here. The twisted view of a broken world crushed into the harsh truth of the broken backs it's built upon.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow, this is bitterness unleashed. A powerful sentiment.

[Moflo]

This was very good! That is the million dollar question no one will ever figure out: "why a pretty smile is worth so much more than a well-built home." Very nicely penned. Great job.

[Ed Hart]

the other person's millions, is the other person's problem; the dignity is in the hand that matches one thing to another

[Robin]

Foundations , they go unnoticed , unappreciated , but so important ...