The Street Runner

Fearing the Gripper

is always hipper

When you don't have anything to say

 

Trying to stay nourished

in an arena that flourished

Hell or high water comes what may

 

Dark times saw the light

as petty crimes made it right

The Po Po whistle blow

 

Surviving four walls

without bathroom stalls

Was as low as one could go

 

Having to give an answer

to the bloody smack dancer

Stuttering is out of the question

 

Knowing when it began

to the time you now can

Look back at an old profession

 

Angels are among us

Taking home many with the dust

We hope they rest in peace

 

When we play we gotta pay

at any time of the day

It's our body not our mind on lease

Reviews

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. ha ha ! ... i don't think i am competent enough to comment on this poem ... especially the biting and cutting edge profundity of the last stanza ... you're a genius ... your mind is amazing ... :) ...

[thespaceinmybed]

i really like that last line