Under The Sun Poem by Ross Lakes

Under The Sun



Some Pit-dweller kid, I wonder,
Did he congregate with other kids
Around the most popular pit in town,
Saying cool pit-things in
Bad pit-slang when their
Pit-parents were not listening?
And did some grey, old pit-fart intrude,
Smiling, belly tucked,
Midlife crises at twenty-two
Offering his widower’s pit where they could
Smoke something?

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