Because you read poetry
And you’re not a psycho
You feel bad for
The fading lady
Whose sagging smile
Made every Hell
A Heaven for a while
Back in her day.
And you feel sad too
When you see the
Solitary stripper
Up there barely
Moving those hips
Because she doesn’t
Have health care
And because her
Aging ass only draws
Pity tips. Feel bad for
Them but not too bad.
You gotta know that
Both the lady and
The dancer spent
Their fresh
Hips and thighs
Smiles and breasts
On psychopathic
Pro-sports fans
Who
Made
Rapist dog
Murderers
Into millionaires,
Rarely if ever
Tipped anybody,
And never
Read poetry.
— FB
Musings, Mutterings, and Condemnations 