Saturday, March 22, 2014

Ross Vassilev- A Poem

class warfare

in dog-eat-dog America
there's winners and losers
and the beautiful ones
are the losers

the sweetest of all
are the insane
the poets

the ones who talk to sparrows
and the ghosts in their heads

who give a dollar
to every homeless beggar
they see

who open their windows at night
to howl at the moon

and the money
of the smirking winners
can't buy any of that

ever.

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