Society's Petri Dish


Haves...

Have-nots.
People.

Survivalists...

Some finding
subway respite,
Salvation Army this,
salvation that,
people in need.

Existence…

Requiring
dumpsters,
trash cans,
soup lines,
cardboard blankets.

Sanity…

Sleeping out of one box
into another,
Dragging routine nightmares perpetual.

Estranged…

Growing up,
hunched over life
destined to be avoided by family,
best friends,
acquaintances,
even favorite enemies.

Busy…

Stringing guitars on Mars,
searching for Zeus in empty power drink cans,
trying to understand,
finding a place in line,
ignoring the reality of unreality,
scratching heads for something alive.

‘Cause…

Suffocation cells stay dank,
caged by sweat-stained bars,
hellfire light,
waste-filled air
while fear hoses the floor,
despair wipes the walls.

All while…

Squeezed in society's petri dish,
the smallest % remains a truth hard to contain,
poised to ooze out,
grow larger beyond some delusional denial by the rich,
where a child’s reality painfully living the gap
may forever remain only a microscopic presence.