Michaelpoet

Flashback Forward

Tired eyes within an expression of lies.

Modesty sold to both youth and old.

Peering out of an unseen future.

Days spent in a sweatshop to pay rent on a house occupied by a phantom with no name.

Dreams of a surf bound to a contract with no expiration date.

My reward for a job well done being an expedited pink slip that guarantees overtime.

I was lied to by those closest to me.

College was a scam designed to empower the corrupt to a tenure unforseen.

I\'ll see your poverty and raise you a heart attack.