The Death of a Street Poet of Pain

The Death of a Street Poet of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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he thinks he is me
never expected
a run
on his luck
mind you he was
a good poet
he wrote
street poems
but to his bad luck
from a high pedestal
he too fell
face in the mud
his fucked fate
he could not duck
his pen silted
the poetry of his life
began to suck
hoping
someone
will reach out to him
take him out
but does
anyone
really
care a fuck
man a born
selfish animal
wise foolish
a jerk
each one
a sitting duck
when the
lighting struck
last i heard
he had been
run over by a drunk
in a speeding truck
his poems have been
published
someone
else is making
the bucks