Curveball.
I, the honest satirical writer, had a care-bear moment.
For those that know me well, you’d know that I really do have a soft spot for homeless people.
Particularly the ones that are homeless largely because of their addiction.
Today at work I couldn’t help but be entranced by the outside world; I saw things for how they are. (Doesn’t that sound Star Wars esq?)
So I wrote poem.
Yes, I wrote a poem.
For context this poem is about the homeless person I saw today who was piss drunk.
Be sure to give it a read, tell me how much it sucks or whatever you kids do on the interweb – but most importantly let me know what you think.
Thanks,
-ATRW
I see hope drowning in beer cans; the smile in your pain.
As time passes, the comfort of yesterday washes away like rain,
And the streets, yes…
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