not a drop

February 23, 2010

Empty pockets
Like the empty bellies
Overseas
Overseeing the king
Reign capitalism
Rain on me bills
Fix me
Cause I’m broke
Broken bits
Like crumbs for rats
In the projects
But nobody knows the results
There’s no art opening for this project
Only dirt, grime, the poverty line and
Empty pockets
Like the empty bellies
Overseas
Overseeing playgrounds
Reign dissonance
Where love is replaced
With sex
Cause nobody felt it
But they feel this
Biologically
Feigning love
Or redefining
Love means escape and that is all
An open doorway to and empty room
Empty pockets
Like empty bellies
Overseas
Overseeing the door
Checking IDs
Never really looking
Finding something tangible
Let go
Renaming me, Mimi
A lie of a woman
Opening night
Ends with a full mouth
But an empty heart
Empty pockets
Like empty bellies
Overseas
Overseeing promises
Remain untrue
They never comes
Like a father
Who swears his love
But can’t visit or call
Who speaks in words
Tinged with hate
Consideration means nothing
Necessitating body function
No more
Recently trained
Must utilize skills
Just to empty bladder
Empty pockets
Like empty bellies
Overseas
Overseeing troops
Reign democracy
Like apocalyptic blood
Spilled beneath tires
Onto storefronts
Across the globe
Through technology
And no one is open
Will return at…
With the clock torn off
Empty ballot boxes
Empty pockets
Like empty bellies
Overseas
Overseeing the empty

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