Hot Ice Poem by James Bost

suffering in this heat
came up like i was drugend
dehydrated from society
fight.........struggling

deneid by blue collars
trying to be some one
told cant make a couple of dollars

surrounded by speechless peers
frozen minded
see me embarressed of tears

cold world when u in the kitchen
steam through ur vaines
thinking bout the major things
that put u in pain

sits in between the doors
thats makes you think twice
may i be asking for more
of beginnig life