Joseph J. Hernandez

Rookie (March 30,1992 / Los Angeles)

O'Jim - Poem by Joseph J. Hernandez

O'Jim O'Jim
Your clothes are dirty
Teeth are rotting
To match your face untrimed
The sun has burned your skin
Blisters on your feet the size of his chin
Growing tired, weak, and slim
Did did u always view life this grim
Even after your bottle of gin
You seem unsatisfied and thirsty
What's wrong with him?
He's in his own fabricated world
Cynical mind set
Eaten alive by regret
Sitting with his head down analyzing his decision
Up before the morning sun
Tossed and turned
Got beat down pretty bad
He had to learn

Poet's Notes about The Poem

(A cynical self portrait)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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