Acid-rain sings the blues.
Shine left my shoes.
Church bells in a flutter.
People behind closed shutters.
Rich limo with a flat.
Many lie, eating crackerjacks.
Poor people in food lines.
Gold wristwatch, with a chime.
Panic hearts look around.
TV. clown making more sounds.
God idol images, looking down.
Dead body, GUTTER TRASH, with a frown.
9/23/2009 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
JOE POEWHIT
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gutter-trash-2/
