sleep…

watching the old man sleep…easy pickins…so vulnerable…always was…

job to job to job…running ’round a country in-search of dreams…never found the awakened truth…just…kept lookin’…

nothing saved…all pennies spent…have credit will travel…illusions of grandeur…that was your downfall…

in America…you can grow-up to be whatever you want… ditch-digger…soldier…engineer…president…a derelict…sky’s the limit…this was taught…yes… taught…

and there are those that try…seeking out liberty’s opportunities…to find what…what…

rusted belts…abandoned Chevys…busted windows…Mickey Mouse..

prayers sent by this nation to a god who looks over…while old miners die in blood coughing fits…Mexican migrants sleep on corporate floors…blacks killed by cops…yet…refugees await their turn…let me in…please let me in…

watching the old man sleep…easy pickins…so vulnerable…always was…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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