Fancy Threads Poem by MICHAEL VILANOVA

So i don't have fancy threads
Or nor i m well book read
Don't have the latest speeding car
That can take me here and far
So i have to walk where i go
Another unwelcomed John Doe
I may sit here all quiet and alone
But I'm not societies clone
Not afraid to express who i am
Even if puts me in a pickled jam
Crank your fancy speeding cars
Dressed in your stunning attar
Honk your horn as you pass by me
I'll just wave and smile at thee
Knowing our paths will cross again
When we all reach a place called heaven