URBAN dwellers, with their underwater <br />songs, like rattle snakes, they wiggle in <br />then out of their own home made heaven, <br />so beatifull he thinks, this tv, cds, dvds, <br />cars that think for them self, and my <br />woman, dressing up for are home made <br />church, <br />URBAN dwellers, with their white tip ties, <br />and black shiny shoes, gonna walk in <br />heaven he thinks, with my best clouth, s <br />and teeth-bleeched white, and my woman, <br />right by my side...............<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pilgrim-without-a-portifolio/
