I am a quiet man.
I do, as I'm told and try, when I can, to help my fellow man...
by turning the channel, when I see the news.
Bypassing the people on the streets, in weathered clothes,
holding condensed-milk tins as, tithes cans.
Singing a “will work for food” blues.
I am the law-abiding human stock.
I am, 'rich mans’ collateral.
Dollar sign$.
The unacknowledged,
angst ridden, and psyche, pillaged.
Another sheep in the fold, following, aimlessly, to that "double talk" blind
news, lost flock.
©I.M "the muse."
The misinformed, mislead and abused.
Quietly awaiting my next chance to be used.
About the Creator
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!
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