Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

New Year - Poem by Charles Hice

New Year
New Year
same old same old
resolutions fluxuate
entire villages gone
where did those people so go
hope they were saved into the Real Jesus
this year brings me to a close
the department store Jesus is not the Jesus
the work for money get a job Jesus is not my Jesus
eye am not interested in ambition the three car garage and house on the printed hill is dead and gone
no urge to drive a car is mine no time to buy more gasoline or wine
no smokeing allowed inside or on the steps or on the move the wind the rain will stop the smokeing there is rules
the tough men work for money they send the boys to bed hungry
they are the fools the people who think the Dollar rules
them big cigars the galleon jugs the gas guzzling cars the rich people still in charge you work for booze and all the other addictions you must pay for
City Dirty City
the parking is never enough to hold all the cars for free
the meters maid the bills all paid the slots marked with a tee
walking is replaced with bussing the children wear the same tee shirt
all the classes teach the end of the Golden rule
pain to the enemy mine as long as someone gets hurt
violence in skirts
the tarmac rules the rubber tyres
CharlaX D a Levy
New Year

Poet's Notes about The Poem

City Sanitation workers in little vans picking upp the litter

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 27, 2013

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