While someone is writing unfair
White poem in a white America
On the ill under “obama uncare”
Here,on a rail-track a guy squats ,
Dewatered body’s corrupted file
In state of slight decompression.
He squats on slogans, by plastic
Broken water bottles by his side
Doing his craps between trains
Or lie on a stare, sleep infected
And he is drinking cough syrup,
Less for the health of his throat.
“While this” ,with the”why that”,
Poem is hardly an expectorant
For cough in mankind’s throat.