Gutter Trash Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Gutter Trash



What is that sound?
My eye's look all around.
A very quiet song.
Tells of something wrong.
Very little to see.
Maybe it's just me.
People with an empty pocket.
Pull the plug, from the socket.
Road rage of a peoples daze.
My mind looks, a haze.
These must be the crying days,
No, GUTTER TRASH, empty road maze.

9/21/2009 POEWHIT

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