tired of the rhyming bull-shit, flowery, gentle hugs
of today’s poetry
tired of sunshine beams, rainbows with comfortable temps.
i want smelly hooker, dark alley cum-stained fingers
feeling up the innocents, making mouths gape, screaming for help
thrown into the stank puddles reflecting the gutters of real life.
tired of feel good dreams, idealistic dreams, dreams that only enlighten 1%.
i want the dejected, the forgotten, the pushed aside, the foreheads with spit dripping down into an eye that’s been forced shut for too long.
i want welfare, bad cheese, half smoked cigs, Boones farm cheap-ass wine, i want 40 ounces of beer that smells like homeless ass
that makes the bowels remember who is on the bottom rung.
i want real pain, i want real emotion, i want a real experience from someone on this fucking planet.
tired of all the happy shit,
it’s ok not to smile.