We stand in line, four deep
now five,
the backbone of the Nation,
growing impatient
for another shot at the lottery,
our smokes and beer.
The Pakistani boy is alone
and apologizes for the wait,
though none of us bitch.
Rather, we sympathize.
We’ve been there, we say
we’ve done that.
We’ll see you tomorrow, buddy.
We stand in line, four deep
now five,
the backbone of the Nation,
growing impatient
for another shot at the lottery,
our smokes and beer.
The Pakistani boy is alone
and apologizes for the wait,
though none of us bitch.
Rather, we sympathize.
We’ve been there, we say
we’ve done that.
We’ll see you tomorrow, buddy.
A wonderful poem :) I love the visual pictures your writing always produces.
ReplyDeleteThanks Em
ReplyDeleteI've been in THAT line....
ReplyDeleteMostly for the lottery tickets, not the smokes :)
~Jo
Great writing Steven.
ReplyDeleteIt looks to me that they won't be able to deny the Depression soon, no matter how much propaganda they push out there. But that may cause chaos, and lack of control ... there are always the Fema camps.