The Corner

By April Sims © 2006

It’s only a matter of time

Before me and my babies

Are out on the street

Walking around in our bare feet

Rummaging through the trash

Looking for just a little bite to eat

They have programs for the rich

And programs for the poor

But what about people like me

Working 9-5 every day

Trying to make the ends meet

Trying to stay above water

So we won’t drown

Trying to stay above the table

As long as we are able

If things keep going this way

I might have to stray

Oh Lord please hold me

And comfort me

Please shelter me

And deliver me

So I can continue to walk

As you want me to walk

And talk as you want me to talk

So I will continue to do things legally

And not make you drop your head

And be ashamed of me

Its so hard Lord . . . it’s so hard

I keep having these dreams

About sitting in a corner

Like Little Jack Horner

But instead of sticking my thumb in a pie

I am dreaming of slitting my wrists

And letting the warm liquid stream

Under I am bone dry

Sometimes dream of calling a hit man

To knock me off

Because I am worth more monetarily

To my offspring

Dead

Than alive

But with the luck I have

I would probably be maimed and survive

And add one more thing to the suffering pot

I know we are all here for a purpose dear Lord

So I will continue to strive

But it is so hard when Mr De’vil keeps calling

I think he smells that I am growing weak

Because every time I take a peek

At my caller id

It is him again

Calling me

Leaving me messages

That are getting harder and harder

To resist

Telling me I can seal our fabulous deal

With just a little kiss

Lord he tells me that I will no longer be

Insane in my membrane

He tells me I will no longer have to reach

For medicine to cure my migraine

Caused by unwanted baggage

Dropped off at the doorstep of my brain

Which is slowly driving me insane

Bringing me more often

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