M Y - P O E T R Y

Card-board City.

A house made of card board,
That is wet from the rain,
A home without heat,
But we do not hang our heasds in shame!
No, tis not our fault!
We walk by, not a care.
While they beg us for money,
We stop and just stare!
The goverment spends our cash,
On an arts expidition...
'It will educate people,
and it was only 2 billion!'
That could build enough houses...
A village indeed!
To house all our homeless,
And our people in need!
But look... does it matter?
Do i really care?
Well yes... course i do,
I put my money there!
So sort out this card board,
Not a millenium dome!
Lets do something worthy,
Give the homeless a home!

©1997 Insanity Inc. ©1997, black heart. H.Luck.

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A short disclaimer :
It has been known for people to take offense to my poetry...
And think i'm a twisted black individual... who is arrogant and distasteful...
This is not true (well, for the most part!) and if you do find anything i write offensive,
please, please don't write to me and tell me, or complain.
As a poet, i have poetic licence! :) ... i'll write what i want,
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