Welcome to Los Angeles!

Do you see me? I'm near you on the
Freeway, in a silver car. I have a
Breakfast sandwich, which I'm eating
On my way to work. I have to look
At balance sheets. I have to seem
Agreeable when I'm with cut-throat
Co-workers, whose urges to advance
Burn so intensely that they overshadow
Their incompetence. When I get home,
I watch TV, though no one on it tells
Me much, and all the petty dramas,
With their cops and lawyers, doctors,
Desperadoes, seem to be the same:
Fantasies of useless creatures, guys
Inside of silver cars, who gobble
Breakfast sandwiches, and wonder
If they're seen.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-08 at 00:34

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