handing out strip club cards
for a quick buck
i get paid if you go or not
look at me
i’m an artist
drinking warm water
to ward off the hunger
pretending it’s a hot meal
check this shit out
i’m an artist
i’d sell my blood
if there was a market for it here
this is getting close
hey
i’m an artist
cashing in those ten cent cans
just trying to stay on top
there’s no love from Cenno
the struggle is real
i’m an artist
in line at the soup kitchen
more well than fair
grey stew and day old bread
yes it looks bleak
i’m an artist
picking up ciggy butts
outside a nightclub
collar popped to ward off the chill
one day i will look back and laugh
i’m an artist
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 5 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
I'd sell my blood too if there was a market for it. Loved your poem!