The Road Poem by Elvis Mumbo

The road is silent
Yet it knows all that deafens
From a screech to whistles of the wind
The road cares less
That you are careless
A schmuck and a dummy
Or that you got lots of money
And people find u funny

Your bum doesn’t matter
You are slightly heavier, you have mass, you matter
The road has tasted and scented blood
And u say your bleeding heart is sad

Take a walk, feel the thin air
The tap of your feet on its asphalt
That is the only road’s care
It appreciates that you’re there
You visited