The poverty of poets.

The poets of poverty.

Every day you see them on the street,

Not even making ends meet.

What kind of life?

Strife!
What kind of strife?

Knife strife!

What kind of trail?

What kind of style?

What kind of poetry?

Poverty…

The poetry of poverty…

The poverty of poets

And did you know it?

That in China there’s a girl and a boy and they pose as a decoy,

They beg for money, ‘if you have any’,

But when you role down the window,

BAM!

They take everything with the knife you did not see.

Not just your money but your keys.

And your watch,

But don’t blame them because the world is not meant for children.

And if you look into their eyes

You begin to recognize

That hunger makes us do crazy things…

What kind of life? ...

Strife…

What kind of strife? ...

Knife strife…

And just a little south

There’s another hungry mouth, as if hunger breeds.

He lives in Tibet

And you can bet

That he didn’t get that tooth brush that he needs.

One tooth in the back that you’re not sure how he uses it.

And when he smiles it takes you a while before you turn away,

Because that’s pretty gross.

That old man has never seen the pearly gates of Colgate.

But wait!

He’s only 37?

When he looks 110?

How?

How much has happened to him?

What kind of Trail?

And now we are at home eating; Wheat Flower, sugar, margarine, salt, whole milk powder, yeast, monoglyceride, (oh wait it gets better), tocopherols, papain, beta-carotene color, BHA, lecithin, and WHO could live without their favorite color, Blue 1, lake!?!?

Well what can we do but speak out truth about what we’re seeing from a Forrest Gump point of view.

And there is so, much to be said if we would put down the phone and pull out our head.

And put on our glasses to see the scars that we pretend aren’t there.

And for the mathematicians,

Here’s a problem.

And the scientists,

And experiment.

And the philanthropists,

A call.

The teachers and students,

A lesson.

The optimists,

A chance to really believe.

The artists,

A canvas.

And the writers…

Oh, you writers,

A prompt for you.

And how is this prompt calling for you to really believe in a canvassed lesson taught by an experimental problem?

Through Poetry, …

Poverty…

The poetry of poverty…

And the poverty of poets.