whose poverty did you steal
when you gave me that bullshit
of growing up hungry in tenement squalor
don’t you know that I lived there
had friends in those railroad car cold-water flats
with their cold-handed slumlords
I know you and knew you
you had all that middle-class family and founding
could give in the way of a kill-for advantage
but you in rebellion or obdurate pique
just threw it away with both careless hands
your parents beside themselves year after year
never grasping the why of you
turning your back on their ethics
their faith and depression-forged values
you with your better-than-their-ideas
modernly unbound by duty beyond your own skin
tell me why are you now that you’ve lost
every challenge in life trolling sympathy
desperate to find a soft-hearted kind hand
playing victimhood you never earned
never learning the only bad actor
who crushed you was you
so please spare me the whining
I give my compassion in buckets to those
for whom failure was never their choice
those who suffered exogenous forces
and not their own misguided hand
it is their plight you’ve stolen
and with it my cold retribution
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Very powerful Paul. Great piece.
thank you kindly, maine
dang, i hate those people too.
ha ha – they do rile me
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very powerful, sir. great poem, really grabbed me with the first line (whose poverty did you steal), magnificent. sounds like this guy got his just desserts.
much appreciated, baldy
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Packs a powerful and rightful punch!
you’re too kind
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Bravo! Very powerful poem. Thank you.
I appreciate that
Wow, what an epic.
thank you kindly
Hi Paul. Thank you for liking my poem ‘ Touching.’ Best Wishes, The Foureyed Poet.
my pleasure, malc
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May I ask is there one particular person this is aimed at or is it a stereotype? Brilliant poem regardless.
a rather insightful question – this one was a bit of a struggle – I intended to speak to the type, but couldn’t get a particular fellow I knew out of my mind as I wrote it
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
When it comes to grace, we’re all beggars . . .
indeed – but I have little tolerance for those who fling it back in God’s face when it comes
Wow. That’s a powerful piece, Paul. I can’t imagine that it would be nearly as effective if you were just writing about a sterotype.
you’re probably right – it’s best to just go with where the mind takes us