shovels and whores!
cant get nothing done,
for digging people out
in way too deep,
and loaning money to whores
for their crack rock pillows,
their babies crying
with hunger cursed lips.
addicts and losers,
prisoners put out,
to work the streets, or die.
and the unemployed breed
with despair driven need,
old people eating dogfood
with plastic spoons....
fight and give, eyes in the back
of your head, back to the wall...
shovels and whores,
all God's children gotta live!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That last line says it all, and so true.