Greener Grass Poem by Ali Warewolf

Baby swings freely in a bright room strobed with lights
Back and forth and back espcially on friday nights
Momma's drunk again and making out with random men
Men who think of women as simply play things made to bend
Maybe this time she'll remember that she brought him with her
Maybe she won't have to sign the papers that the doctor gives her
Baby doesn't understand what seccond-hand-smoke means
Sometimes baby's lungs hurt so bad that he starts to scream
Clubbing is his momma's thing and she is rarely home
But when money gets too tight she has the streets to roam
One day mom left baby in the middle of the street
While she searched frantically for anything to eat
Soon they became homeless and she'd trashed fresh food we'd gotten
Momma could no longer down food unless the food was rotten
Eventually her frail body gave out and she died
He'd never forget her rapidly aged face
Ugly and deprived
A couple of days later his chest began to feel tight
And yet again the poor baby began to see the strobe lights
But instead of going back and forth his brain rattled all over
And he made way to the other side
His Name Was
Grover