I don’t follow the newest news.
I don’t know how to say no.
I may not be a bright man,
but I do have some light, man.
How can I be well-read
without and good-reads?
How can I be a leader
and not tell another where to be led?
Is that a revelation?
The word reveals nothing, much ado.
Is that a revolution?
The world doesn’t revolve around you.
Is that evolution?
Stagnation loves having nothing to do.
Change takes time
But we take no time to change.
I stroll through barren alleys and cracked cement,
unheard to me are the pleas of the roaches.
A titanic shadow approaches from above.
The end is near.
Sick in disease, they are, with a sickening disease.
They repulse mice, they repulse fleas.
The men welcome death.
The women have done their best to flee.
In inactivity, they wait to die.
In captivity, they say goodbye,
to pay the respects that they never had.
What am I to do
When I look down on my shoe?
I see a brother, a predator, a pest,
a life with no chance.
I shrug, and I stroll
for it is only a family of roaches.