13/365 A sorry tale

A poem I came up with for my Friday contribution of Creating Charlie

365 Days of Creating Charlie

twenty year old toddlers

wants something but knows nothing

melody of materialism

whoosh in brightly bubbled sulks

failed expectations

taste like sour grapes

in an uneven relationship

that started out the same.

Two people on the same stage

lines at the end of an ancestral page.

Where the siren of happy hour

as cheap as the Kmart shirt

that gets her minimum wage

screams across a divided city

to the classy bar with vintage wine

and the black coat in the hipster pose

to the suit that can’t see beyond his nose

judges the world in silver and gold

the curse of humanity, the story less told.

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