Poetry · Writing

100 Grandkids

Living in the future

scary as the devil

mom said she wanted grandkids-

but the fear grips my feet

gonna mess that up

drop em on its head and brake dance

living in that cardboard box

now I know I’m not shit.

Couldn’t promise that she would get them

I know she would spoil them

can’t be all bad, until then

watch the flames from this rooftop.

 

we ain’t goin’ nowhere

we ain’t goin’ nowhere

 

I know, my life would change,

just need a hundred grand

life will be grand

just seems like a dream

waking up with night sweats

pockets empty still

just a dream with dead presidents

leave this place and all the residents

watch the flames from the rooftop.

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