Stop Poem by LaRon Green Sr.

What are you doing
it is so boring
sitting home
all alone
with no one
to scorn
playing the games
we always play
as we may
lets pray
for better days
in this circus
of mercuiful
stop giving
your body up
for a high
that will
surely pass
you by
for a lay
that give you
six feet
to pray
the streets
are mean
for green(money)
it don't
play to pay
lets clean
our house
we are
in a drought (great depression)
it comes from
within (love)
fun of
kisses and hugs
no rubs
to scrumb
them craving
for a scrubs
stay away
from illusions
they only
leave you
in confusion
dropp all
your worries
let God
take away them
in a hurry
your sins
lead you
to a path
that will
surely last
not your past
STOP
before the
beige
city under seige
please
we are all
we need
Stop
for our
generation
kids, you and me
Stop