AuburnScribbler

A Sonnet from the Gutter

Hear my words, heed my wisdom,

from cigarette butt, that’s been pissed on,

I’m your pain, suck me in,

to ensure, both loss and win,

double-standard, twice the price,

a human life, is made of vice,

crush me out, then replace,

with the same old; sordid chase,

of broken dreams, stink the house,

not so pure, you cosmic mouse,

a hollow crown, goes up in smoke,

both wizened slack and new boy woke,

it’s not my fault, I’m man-made,

though I blacken lung, you make the shade!