Wake up. Okay, <br />The world is still all here. <br />Just checking. <br /> <br />Something will happen today <br />I feel it in my bones. <br /> <br />The neighbours f*ck <br />The dogs bark <br />The weather is paramount, <br />We are not amused. <br /> <br />A whore on the street sells her petals <br />Of life to the dead. <br />Men in suits sell approximations <br />Of death to the dying. <br />A baby bursts from the gut. <br /> <br />It's all quite the dirty business <br />Indeed. <br /> <br />Men try to look serious. <br />Women talk like the men <br />Or burden indifference like weights. <br />The children sit on the rocks. <br />Pictures of death in red crayon. <br /> <br />Some people are born complete. <br />Others are born in pieces <br />Like a jigsaw puzzle, <br /> <br />They cannot put themselves together.<br /><br />Floyd Zimmerman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-expectations-9/
