Fetch a bum
Rolling is going down his shoulder
dropout’s empty bag and his guts exhausted
no lunch, no handout nor satisfying hunger
still is going after, his gig that hasn’t mastered.
Senseless written songs
nowhere his endless roads
immense depths of puddles are his thoughts
leaving wailing cry behind the closed door.
His childish nightmares are long gone
even limping ghost dismayed along
watch him going unstoppable bum
soon will rock another stupid song.
Jorge G Sifuentes
July18’10
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Jorge G Sifuentes (
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Nice poem
love it!
nice...
What a nice poem my dear George...You are an excelent poet, You have a very big talent, good for you, this out speak very well of you!!! It was a pleasure to me come to read your poetry!!! I am very proud of you my friend!!!
Congratulations!!!
Kisses and hugs.
from you...Eloisa.
Good poem, I liked it..
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