Puking Into Gutters Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who are these folks?
The ones out of touch,
Who attract with the biggest mouths.
The ones who slid back from skid row...
Who suddenly find themselves with options,
They'd like to 'think' can be browsed.

More are standing on common ground.
Finding they share a rare clarity.
Bums with suits and ties...
Seen puking into gutters,
From their tower falls to the bottom.
Truth upon them has been realized.
Even those they labelled scum...
Refuse their wishes to be sodomized!

Who are these folks?
Drunken into stupors...
Sitting slumped in clumps,
And looking wasted and used.
Wishing to deaden their minds...
From crimes they once dined and wined.
Now they see themselves the chumps.
Punked out by their own...
And dumped!