The Commoners... Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Commoners...
it is obvious
the commoners live for
the eating alone
and a little drink of water
as they cannot afford
whisky and wine
shallow people
ravished by poverty
and understandably
what use is your kind of
poetry?
they demand a fried
chicken
and here you are
trying to make them figure
out a metaphor?
foolish you.
stay at home, have a life,
and simply be safe.
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