Potency of Poetic Injustice

10-8-24

You stood, missed the ending
My answers still pending
Rules, again you’re bending
You cry for Warren Zevon

Quite the punch in a gut
Your mind, stuck in a rut 
You want to go on, but
Scars, had to leave on

Lost in a wasted crowd 
Voice yelling so loud
Your boyfriend, oh so proud
In a town you do not know 

Watching Stray Cats vomit
A tune played, you flaunt it
Your yearbook, didn’t want it 
Faked a feeling, it came slow 


You know when time began
But birth she couldn’t stand 
You weigh every pound and gram
Could you make it more obvious 

Money to tear anyone apart
Talent pointed as a dart
Yet money drips in your heart 
Listen yourself, it’s all of us 

On stilts she did enter
66 Ford with bent fender 
She came, she enter
Into what we’ll never know 

A strange man who saw me
And crying for his mommy
Mindlessly suspected a tsunami
I think he knows where to go

Feeble feet and scares to match
Where she came, rumors to hatch
White shirt and blue shorts I catch
You wouldn’t take them back

Pressing on while you press in
Eyes on eyes chin against chin
Amidst everyone, let the story begin
Written with the mystery you hijacked