The Price Of Dog Tags

Like a half opened closet,

With too much past stuffed into it,

Like that old,used boot,

Who’s mate is a mute,

And a granny purse collection,

Trendy style inflection,

A pile reminding them,

Of a stuck locker moment,

High school backpacks,

Revolving contents backpacks,

Ramblings under this old bridge,

With a bag woman by the name of Midge,

Cotton candy colored crayons-

Make nice snacks when your head’s not straight on,

And as we chat to distract,

We walk the old rail tracks,

And pick up the fun, light feathers,

That some smelting birds had scattered,

How much is enough?

For a daily gin rough

,And when did your name-

become such a game?

Not knowing your story,

So they make one up,

And now you’re begging for change-

After changing America’s fate…

And tear filled nights are the worst,

Cold stinging winds whipping a curse,

But you say thank you to the stars,

For the girl who gave you that granola bar,

Every moment-such daily struggles,

For us, complicated muggles,

Instead of an equal, a human-

They see something below themselves,

Someone stopped by today,

On the street to hear you play,

Threw a dollar in your cap,

A smile, a nod and a couple of claps,

And perhaps forgot about you straight away,

But your taste buds remember what they paid.

 

 

As your bedded down  in the sticks,

You wonder who’s complaining of life’s cruel tricks,

As you lay grateful, though they can’t tell,

That you’re one too many forgot about after you fell,

When enemy lines were breached in another land,

Nothing was ever the same after that brutal, bloody dance.

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