The Rich Brat..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i got short changed
you are enraged and about to kill
someone whom you do not
know so well

i go crazy, and what what you and I,
OH, THERE IS STILL something left
us, is there us?

dance to the notes of the piano alone
in a dark room
a record of wrongs, played over
and over again

jump over the window, end the dance
if you will, jump over the window
catch the butterfly of your last dream

how i wish that the ending would not
be as bizarre as reality, but it is the
inevitable, but let us see, well this is it

you say you are short changed of love,
oh, there must be so much hate now in your
heart, fiery, and reddened and fussy

there is this little girl with open hands
in the market place, left by her mother,
she is hungry and abandoned.....there is
no need to jump over the window, go there.

feel her, and have life, give it to her
she does not want to die...to young to
know what is death from you, miserable

rich brat.