But Why Poem by kwane Lamb

The haves and have not's…
That is really saying a lot…
Pulling the handle on the slot…
Is it not, too…a plot…
God is everywhere…
Not here…not there…
An omnipresence existence… to dare…
Do we care…?
Aroused by the fire…
Drowned by the rain…
Locked away by shame…
The haves and have not's…
Theory of the lots…
Two or three to a cot…
Eating food that has rot…
Not laughter but pain…
Is heaven the same…?
What is hell…?
Is water soothing…?
Or can you…really tell…?
"You better be good…you better not cry"…
That is another lie…
"Could not put humpty- dumpty…
Back together again" a story untold…
Never to unfold…
A hurry-scurry if you will…
Even today…still…
We as a people are on over load…
Self-jack… mode…
Selling our souls…
For a brisk walk in the park…
Before and after dark…
Even as the cockatoo cries…
Now we ask (but why) …this…
Why that…
Most girl are getting fat…
Boys are rats…men are dogs…
Everyone playing leap frog…
If you see someone praying…
(They wish to die) …
My. O. My…
The haves and the have not's…
That is saying a lot…
Not…

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