If we’re not cursing, then we just don’t care.
The problem’s
always someone else, not us.
We know we each deserve the spotlight’s glare.
We think it’s
ghetto when we ride the bus.
We hate our day job but it pays the rent.
The shoes we wear
at night are who we are.
We really don’t know where the week just went.
If we had time,
we’d learn to play guitar.
We have high hopes and very low desires.
Losing an argument
is worse than dying.
No matter what we buy, we kick the tires.
Once every five
blocks we see someone crying.
That’s why it
sadly takes selective blindness
To walk these
streets and still believe in kindness.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells
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