Are You A Prostitute? - Poem by Denis Kucharski
Are you a prostitute?
Who pays your bills?
Is it a green eyed beast
With shareholder tentacles?
That unseen mower
Of human souls?
I look to the Left-and see homelessness
I look to the Right-and see the devil in a suit
I look to the Center-and find nothing
I look above-and feel the stoney silence
Where do I turn
In this strange abyss?
Which direction have things gone?
And why can't I find my bearing?
As a child
I thought my parents knew the answers
The moment I realized they didn't
My world shattered
The angst settled in
And never left home.
It's a cold day here in Kansas
When there's no balloon
To take you back to Oz.
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