Coyotespaw's Drunken Poetry Corner...

[coyotespaw]

My teeth are ground to nubs
from trying to force this smile.
I can't stand to hear one more god damned word
about the genius of Toby Keith,
or how Ste. Sarah speaks to you.

It is easy to walk past the bums in the streets;
as they ask for change,
or eye you walking past watching to see where you throw that can away.
Once you've lived amongst them,
seen them share as much as you're willing to share.
But you won't know, golden boy.
You won't know until your feet of clay finally break.

I hope you never know why I walked away from you today.
If I believed, I'd pray that you never know what it's like to be
that person you bragged about fucking with tonight.
No one deserves to be where he is
or where I was.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear coyotespaw...

I think you've captured very well how it is to have been on that mean street.

I hope you'll never be there again.

Well done!