ReFills

How did you become homeless ?

My wife’s boyfriend

Threw me out.

Holy Shit !

Nothing holy about it,

The big bastard drinks

Like a dry sponge then

Beats the piss out of people,

Hell – all I do is smoke pot,

Sit back smiling at the prettiness

Of things,

Mind you – if I would have

Had a gun back then

I’d be in jail now

Facing serious stuff,

But poetic justice is

Coming,

Besides alcohol he has a

Taste for that famous place

That mixes pink slime

With waste trimmings

And calls it hamburger.

Do you do refills ?

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:35 AM August 27, 2012

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