Popular Poems About Poverty

I see that little girl everyday
She always runs to wherever she's going
Xmas came and left her with a bike
Now she rides up & down the street
It seems she never gets tired
She always plays by herself
I saw her the other day standing with her bike next to all these other kids who were much older than she
She wasn't even paying attention to them
She was standing there because they were
The older ones were smoking and talking a bunch of loud mouthed shit
All at once she got on her bike and sped away like she had some important place to be ...

The aboriginal
is naked…

Ah! Oh!
We can see it
from north to south.
We can go around it
in a deep blue sky.
Devour his flesh
with gluttony.
cannibalize it!
cannibalize it!
Let's be quiet
let's do silence
with a full mouth of
the aboriginal's nudity
and our sour grapes.
Let's canibalize!

Premeditated situations
and pre-cooked annihilations.

Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.

Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.

Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...

1. 2004 Winter
Nineteen
a lady gave me her neon yellow sweater
on my way out of detox
she heard I was about to be homeless
and didn't want me to be frozen
to the spit stained pavement
before I had a chance
to live through the night

The detox centre
didn't care where I ended up
my week was over
and the rest was up to me
I'd been turned down
by 3 rehab centres that day
and didn't know where
I was going to sleep

I cried into fuzzy yellow
and made frenzied phone calls
a handful...