I Will Not Poem by Ari Alsio

I will not

I'm not going to fight from scratch

apply now and then to throw away

for empty words to worlds

game policy, that's what it is.

 

To work in front for a blank

shouts on deaf ears

the poverty of the rich middle rail

raise the poor of the table

and hack so lot of mincemeat.

 

then give him all the pickles

like howling of dogs

who do not even understand

when started the howl

the reason is the result followed.

 

You can lick your fingers

or bum

However, it will means nothing

anyone does not hurt to empty words

and not burden the unfinished work.

 

It is the policy of the game

the hotter any than masses

are by large cash flows

and their bottomless pockets

which does not give any penny for the poor.

 

They are already at the door waiting for people on Welfare

who buy your soul rides tavern

and was then fully forgetting

that you do not remember in the morning

who can cashed you.