Rich Kids In Black

Sometimes when I sit hoping for some change

or a burger

these kids come up and they're dressed in nice clothes

but they have all these stupid spikes and makeup

like those guys from kiss

only mean and less fun

they see my sign that says

'write poems for cash'

and they tell me they write too

these little spoiled brats

all their poems is about cutting themselves

all the same generic crap

about feeling down because mommy doesn't understand

I slept on a box placed on concrete last night and it rained.

poem by Smack Thompson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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