The Middle Class: Act I

The Middle Class: Act I

i'd give you the shirt off my back
if i didn't wear my heart on my sleave
if i wasn't so niave, i'd believe you
i'd take your watch if you took my time
i'f time was money,
then you bought everything from me.

i was left without a penny or a thought
i'd think better of you if you had kept the change
but trading paper is commonplace today
we work hard for it just to give it away
remember when we traded baseball cards?
the lemonade stand and the pricewars on each corner
comic book stores and the toys we saved all year for.
it's all been sold. we've all grown older.

the rootbeer floats all sunk to the bottom
they ran out of my favorite flavor of gum
little johnny traded his wooden riffle for a gun
blood covered my shiny new red flyer wagon
inflation deflated the dreams of the young.

garage sales were a nostalgic wasteland
you drive a hard bargain, said the old man
you see, it was classic supply and demand
but their parent's just didnt understand
theres nothing you can do to relive it?
damn!

i've lost my rally-cap for good ol' uncle sam.
i am a patriot; only when the football team wins.
i've protested. ive learned my lessons.
those who dont like bush, dont like to be pushed back.
politics is where the heart is
and home is just where another voter lives
you're kids are unregistered, unfathered; senator.
which is more important? four more years in service
or four more years with a growing dissapointment?
broken promises or broken baseball bats?
witnessing a grand slam or testifying to a grand jury?
hot dogs and a trip to the local library,
or hot sex at the office with the company's secretary?

mother said to wash my mouth out with soap
and when i finished i used the box to stand on and talk
with an insecure tone i told everyone how i felt alone
in a crowded world, in a corner, in my room, on my own
mother said to "just wait untill your father gets home"

telephones to television to telemarketing
we watch and listen as the world spins
we stand motionless even without the E.
if nothing is free how can love be priceless?
if money doesnt grow on trees
what is that green leaf your selling?
if poverty is appealing to white teens
why are you never seen in the ghetto?
"go ahead, call me a nigger, i dare you... cracker"
this is how racism has been reversed
its the minorities that are now heard first.
and i am the devil for not being diverse.

your words were forced when you said
"America, you can't take my innocents"
i said, if i had a nickle and dime
for everytime you said that
id have fifteen fucking cents.

Wow...this piece was soo incredibly rich with poetic voice Mind, the imagery you evoked was powerful and your story progression and parallel wordplay was dope as fuck, you semi-lost me in the rally-cap stanza but u still managed to pull it together for the most part...Man this was a great read, something that is instantly gratifying on a first read as well as deep and intrigueing upon further examination, im nominating, dope job mind, 1luv.

thanks for the read Fresh. you always give good feedback.
appreciate it.

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fasho that was hot ta def. I'm luving the punch thrown at the senators. I'm a politic buff so I'm feelin you. Poetry that takes your mind with it I love. I had to reflect fo a second on growing up. Nice drop fasho. Bless.

thanks.

WOAH! My god this was great! You wrote such a great poem. Your poetic voice was so powerful. And the imagery that you presented to the reader was absolutly magnificant. You've adressed so many things in this poem that it almost seems parralell to any on persons state of mind. It adresses at least one thing that everyones gone through, and countless more have been through it all. This poem spoke to me on such a high tone. Its actually one of the best poems I've seen around here in quite sme time. Great job!

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telephones to television to telemarketing
we watch and listen as the world spins
we stand motionless even without the E.
if nothing is free how can love be priceless?
if money doesnt grow on trees
what is that green leaf your selling?
if poverty is appealing to white teens
why are you never seen in the ghetto?
"go ahead, call me a nigger, i dare you... cracker"
this is how racism has been reversed
its the minorities that are now heard first.
and i am the devil for not being diverse.


Can you please reply to my poem
"Restless In My Sleep"



....bless

~*UnO*~