Ray Mesa

Rookie (5/17/89 / Grand Forks)

Table With Three Legs - Poem by Ray Mesa

You can't eat food on a table with three legs
So my family use it to pile the letters from the bank
And you just can't get jet leg
when you are so below the rank

A welfare christmas is around the corner
And a doller store meal is near
Macoroni and half price corn
While mommy and daddy share half of a beer

I have slept in the back of cars
above sidewalks and below under passes
But one thing is true, I have the largest heart
So when you rich people have credit cards a' flashing
Know you are nothing more then a pawn
You skin may be tan and your hair is bloude
But you have a black heart

I never spent more then 5 dollers on a person
unless I loved them
so when I write you a poem
it's not something I took out of a garbage bin
it is my soul and feelings for someone like you
I ain't rich, this is true
But vist my home one day
Don't trip over the trash
Walk around the puddles of rain
those are mommy's collection of cans of slim-fast
it ain't working well but she looks beautifull to me
and i'll tell you this
Money is green while my soul is free
I don't hold a doller without thinking of others
I spend more money on my sisters and brothers
then ever myself
So put back those pretty things on that shelf
and get in my pair of shoes
This world of mine looks very dark and blue
is something more amazeing then anything new

I admit I wish I was rich
so I could send my sister to church in a nice dress
and I wish I had a millon dollers
so i could be atleast considerd blue collared

I'll dance in the rain
I'll die sane
I will not let this world tell me I am not right
I'll smile when I sleep tonight
Becuase I know damn sure
that if i ever get rich
I'll look down on the poor
and I'll try to lend a silver coin
but say i can't afford it
and leave them to eat there half off corn


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 10, 2006



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