give them bread and circuses

all the starving artists with rich parents
sit at coffee house
tables
reading fat books by authors with fat names
and fat pockets

thinking up fat lies
and eating veggie
snacks
rhyming
shit words
in moleskine journals

except-
ORANGE
because you can't think of
one for that

rolled up skinny
ink
sleeved arms
i-pod
filled with
latest pitchfork
rave review bands
and there is probably a guitar pick
in your back pocket
blues
song

making up your plans with
text messages
and
phones set to vibrate
or the just be
silent
shhhhhhhhh
because i don't want him
to know

the hipster kids playing kick-ball in the park
something they missed out on in 4Th grade
i guess
probably picked last
and now they can kick
drunk
now
picked first
finally something-
bad hair cuts, poor vision and
shirts 2 sizes to small
no wonder
you are always
SAD

finally something
for the love me
daddy
boys and girls

a kick in the face
a phony on the
merry go round
tiger
round and round
whatever happened to keeping
your eye on the prize?

I'm not the catcher in
rye
nor the character
in a book
who sweeps
her off her feet

i am the taste of bitterness
and delight
and I am the nightmare
who ruined
it all

skinned knee'd and bruised
choking on that
last bite
of cake
she
waits
and waits

and

waits

** This is Re-posted from my LJ blogs: fightcake, heliumglow. check them out from time to time. Different flavors. **