Rags and poverty the bard's middle name
Shelved at the bottom of
America's game
Living in squalor as night approaches
You're never
alone just listen for the roaches
Dining on cheeseburger while
yuppies eat lobster
The girl you fancy ran off with a mobster
Riding subways, sardines
stuffed in jeans
Poets speak truth which television cleans
Occupation Surrealist destination unknown
Waiting for Letterman to
call on the phone
Pedestrians stroll by, the poet performs verse
For them only
reruns
could possibly be worse
Winding down the highway the sage moves on
The city ignores him 'til he's dead and gone