Pinball People

By forest_for_ever

Fri, 30 Sep 2016
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Playing Pinball People

 

Dodging dog-dirt

On the streets of gold.

Pinballing along,

Careering on.

 

Who let’s them beg?

How dare the prick

My conscience.

Failures of society

They leech my soul.

 

Now the Chuggers

So saintly do they plead.

Do I have time ?

Not for others.

That’s all for me.

 

In my mind I mark them

I plot my homeward course.

Mapping and avoiding.

Walking twice as far.

 

The it hits me,

Scribe or Pharisee

Take your pick.

My pinball life

Just makes me sick.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

The issues are complex though aren't they? Though we may be willing to not just avoid, we may not be the best to help, but support those who are working and running organisations well to offer friendship and help? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

True