The ballad of a bum

Yakov Shatzki

The poor men wander the city streets
laughing and grinning through their rotten gold teeth
and smoking their big cubans filled with the greenest kief
what a life they live
one without the worries of bearing kin
but forever haunted by their past frightful sins
as they hide in the temples of graffiti kings
below sprawling towers of chrome
where the rich hide from the ice cold snow

  • Author: Yakov Shatzki (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2019 20:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was one of my first poems, I fully accept and encourage constructive criticism
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 9
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