And I Shall Walk On Glass. Poem by Cheryl McDonnell
And I Shall Walk On Glass.
Do you know how long
The droning of this sad song
Hums in my charade
In a hidden tirade
You’ll pay
I’m the cost of living
That just keeps on giving
Executed in my boiling blood
I’m lucky I have shelter and food
Blessed some might even say
Never mind that
I’ll never tip my hat
Your just another man
Suited and booted
In the crotch.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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4/23/2024 3:15:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
is the title similar to walking on eggshells? , in a way the reading of your poem felt kind of like it, but not really sure, i tend to get many meanings from all kind of readings, anyways, i found your poem interesting in a way, due to the type of thoughts displayed. thanks for sharing