G. Rims
An eighteen-year old from a car crash.
A hustler who used up his own stash.
An anorexic with a fake eyelash.
A fool late to turn in Mob cash.
A Christmas shopper whose job was trash.
The quarterback who became some glob.
A statistic caused by a crooked cop.
A veteran who ended himself and a snob.
They now sit next to an ill-heart named Bob.
Behind them, a former slave and a lynch mob.
All sit on my bus, which can't be ignored.
A delivery boy to Lucifer and the Lord.
This poem is about:
Our world