Hardware Hearing

Gears go grinding
Days are blinding
People come in and out
Showing what their all about
Buying nuts or buys bolts
personalities sending jolts
Cut-clean, tie and button up shirt
Jail time, inked up born in the dirt
They come to believe and are buyers to strive
Spending a living to help keep them alive.
Stories of worry.
You be the jury.
Who is fit to get the praise?
Who will we smother in haze?
Can’t say I know what to do
so I share this thought with all of you.
Put your step.
Give your rep.
And discover the new
we never thought to know.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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