Relativity

He wrote his name with piss in snow, and pitched
A cinder block into the window of the jewelry store.
Drunk every weekend, and chased by the cops,
All the folks in his suburb described him as rotten,
But he never stole anybody's life savings,
Or sent someone's child to war.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-01 at 18:55

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