| Bandaid on the elbow of inner city society Cross the street to the high enamel gloss of high society. A grey bearded man shuffles stooped along the sidewalk Takes a peek into a trashcan Picks out a clear plastic bread bag With red items inside - - strawberries? He sniffs, reaches in and begins to eat And shuffle and eat and shuffle Past the Rolex store...keep moving. Can my mind produce the necessary figments to discern the unbalanced dialogue amongst our society? |