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Spoken WordThe Junk Yard Dog and I
Sitting here
smoking filters
feeling disconnected
And…
Find myself on a
city street walking
feeling my age
wondering when the color went out of the world
where all the magic went
Met this junk yard dog
our eyes met
and we both agreed
we were all pretty much
Fucked
He told me
Goldman Sachs and Citibank
are a priority for the flu vaccine
I told him
universal health care
will never be passed
we both agreed
we were all pretty much
Fucked
I said if food deliveries to markets
stopped for 30 days
we’d all be cannibals
he said
the homeless
will soon outnumber the sheltered
we both agreed
we were pretty much
Fucked
He said
violence, terror, injustice
are accepted
expected
normal
I told him
a man is now judged
by what he has
Not
what he holds in his heart
We both agreed we were all pretty much
Fucked
A man came out of a shack
middle aged
an air
of morose bitterness
of too many
unfulfilled yesterdays
walked towards us
and kicked the junk yard dog
“Get off your ass and look mean you mangy mutt”
“what am I feeding you for?”
the junk yard dog
winced
wagged his tail
and looked at the man lovingly
The man eyed me suspiciously”
“What your selling”
“we ain’t buying”
and walked just out of view
The junk yard dog looked at me sheepishly
“He don’t mean it
I know he loves me”
The junk yard dog
his ribs showing through his
unkempt coat
walked away
a broken growl
sounding more like a moan
painted the sky slate gray
I walked away…
in search of the missing Sun
Tags: Flawed, life, Poetry, social unrest, society
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