Beat Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Beat
Rating: ★5.0
Do not think
Of poor me
As beaten
Blues heaven
Blessed hell
Do not think
Of poor soul
As low life
Drunk to bone
Stoned to heart
Do not think
Of writer
As loafer
Couched in need
So homeless
Do not think
Of poet
As soul-less
God crying out
For so much more
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: alcohol,drugs,drunkenness,god,homeless,loneliness,poet,writings
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